He's pleased that she remembers Scott's name, though the expression dims slightly as she continues. It's been long enough since his mother's death that his mood doesn't totally tank, but his tone is a little too light when he responds.

"Parent. Just me and my dad. Like you. Kinda. My old man so isn't a fairy. Fae."

Needing to keep his hands busy once again, he reaches down to scoop Juliet up into his arms.