Silco's mismatched gaze also followed the direction of her look, and his expression turned sour. Was that all she had? Of course it was. All previous offerings of a real bed and bedroom had been rejected and this was what she had built for herself in terms of a room. He had never been in there, hadn't even looked in before unless it was to simply check if his daughter happened to be in there. It was a ridiculous little spot, not that he could throw stones as he slept in a chair.

Oh, the sacrifices he had to make for this daughter of his. He made a point of staring at the blanket fort as if it absolutely affronted him, especially when it came with her verbal challenge. If this was about anything but bonding her strongly to him, he'd refuse, but the point was to make it clear that he could fulfill any of her needs.

"Fine," he growled. Then he held up a finger. "You tell no one about this. Swear it."