That's My Desire?  I'll Be Around?  He smiles toothily, beckons faintly with his head, rubs his fast balding pate.  Bewitched, maybe?  Or, What's the Reason?  He pulls on his shorts, gives his hips a slap.  The baby goes silent in mid-scream.  Isn't this the one who used their tub last time?  Who's Sorry Now, that's it.