[ He laughs good-naturedly at the description, turning back to the eclectic selection of tools on display to do as told, the clang of metal against metal echoing through the air. ]

Is that how I come off? [ He can see it, when he leans back and thinks about it. ] Technically speaking, I'm a father, but I suppose herding youngsters around is more stereotypically the role assigned to a mother figure.

[ In which case, he definitely qualifies for the role of mother fowlbeast. ]