[Questionable fatherhood it is once again! Jon nods, then slowly shakes his head and lets out a single soft laugh.]

I'm five and twenty. If his wits are not dim, let's hope that his eyes are.

You think it's Firo? She was more than a little distressed when I spoke with her. Said no one but her bride was ever interested in who she really is.

[As he speaks, he makes a little gesture to his new-minted son: lead the way.]