[Carlisle nearly misses that shift in tone, so completely enamored with the fact he's holding a DRAGON that he can hardly pay attention to anything else. He swears he can almost feel the warmth of its body as it wriggles in his hands. Did his father ever hold a dragon? Or his uncles? Has anyone in his bloodline ever held a dragon?

However, he catches the way Genji looks away, the bitterness ebbing into his voice as he continues, and Carlisle suddenly feels very sheepish for asking. He hadn't anticipated it would be rude, and he really should have. He also realizes the implications of Genji saying he lost his arm, yet having two now: one is a constructed limb, something that does exist in his world. It may make him uncomfortable, but at least he isn't a full construct.

Though... accusing him of being one likely didn't help, Carlisle chides inwardly.]

Ah.

[His eyes flick from the dragon to Genji and back again, his delight giving way to shame. The flashing lights and music of the arcade around them does little to hide it.]

My apologies, Mister Genji. I suppose, at the very least, the bond between you and this creature transcends the possession of a limb. That is something to take solace in, is it not?