Erik nods several times, brief and shallow, and continues to walk with his gaze fixed loosely on the ground ahead. This too is uncharacteristic of him, although the low and private timbre of his voice is not—and neither is the way he abruptly abandons this line of conversation, frankly, favouring the less uncomfortable of the two issues at hand (but only barely so).

They're going to reach the heart of it at some point, so he'd might as well just bypass the preamble and aim true, although it takes another good minute or so before the words will even come out. "Wanda's my daughter."

So...there's that.