[For a second he just looks at her. Very flat. Some mix of incredulous and bemused that he can't even emote, until he's giving a short huff of a laugh.]
There's seriously no winning with you, is there? [He holds his hands up, a mock gesture of surrender.] Fine. Uncle.
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There's seriously no winning with you, is there? [He holds his hands up, a mock gesture of surrender.] Fine. Uncle.
[As he takes a step back, starting to move away.]