"Okay, maybe not always," Snow concedes, with a light chuckle, her fingers curving slightly against where they're already resting over Bigby's chest. Somehow, it doesn't occur to her to pull away, when the warmth of him, the constancy of his heartbeat, feels like a comfort all its own, a reassurance of his presence amid so much that she's still not fully used to.

"You... haven't been the greatest with kids, if memory serves, but I've seen the way you try with them when you think I'm not paying attention, even if you're not always sure what to say in the moment," she adds, voice softening again. "And I know you have one of the biggest protective streaks out of anyone I've ever met."

It was only a matter of time, in other words, before that protectiveness extended out further to someone else he wanted to keep safe, and while she knows he's probably not hovering around Connor or trying to constantly monitor his whereabouts, even the act of giving the younger man a roof over his head, whether out of a sense of some kind of pack loyalty or not, means something.

"On the other hand, maybe the two of you should set some house rules so you don't snap at him after he sits in your favorite chair," she adds, with a knowing look in his direction.