"Oh get off it, you're the one I'll have them restraining." Lex said, already making her way to the weights. She didn't need to be facing the pair to know that the moment Ryu's knee hit the floor, Emm would be scurrying over to make herself comfortable on the one now propped up. The high pitched squeal of "Uncle Ryu!" was all the confirmation she needed. "Doubt a restraining order would work on her. She'd just shoot me those stupid, green eyes I can't stand and climb her way back into my lap." There wasn't an ounce of discontent in her voice even as she said it. Truth was, while she really DID hate the way Emmerson so stubbornly insisted on keeping her father's eyes, they were hard to resist.

"What's got you here so late anyway? No enough action in your day or were you too busy to get anything in?" Both equally possible when it came to the members of Magical Law Enforcement.

Lex laid against the bench, accioing the tape he'd been using just moments earlier. Technically, he now had his hands full in a whole other way. He wouldn't be needing this. "If I'd known you'd be here, I'd have given you a heads up." It didn't take a scientist to see how much he liked spoiling the kid--and could she blame him? There was just something infinitely satisfying about getting a wide, pleased grin out of that kid.

Emmerson wiggled a few times, getting perfectly comfortable on Ryu's lap. While she did, green eyes searched the room in all directions, expectantly. "Where's the presents?" The bemusement in her voice was plain as day. If Uncle Ryu was here then SURELY he had something for her like he always did. That was how it worked. DUH.

But at nearly four, her attention span was only so good. In the next minute she was taking hold of his tapped hand, giving it a strange look. "What's this?"