He isn't sure he isn't being sated by her in some vague attempt to make up for the comment, but he'll look appreciative anyway. He nods, almost sternly, glad to know that she's seen the light. The light is his cupcake. His cupcake is wonderful.

"I should hope children aren't coerced into closets for the amusement of others." He says blandly, moving to sit when he's granted the good pleasure of doing so. "I suppose it's no worse than sending them off to die, either." But that's a grim subject that he shouldn't have breached.

"What inspired them?" He nods toward the cupcakes, trying to gauge the theme.