"Course he sleeps in my quarters! You think it's safe fer that boy ta be anywhere else on the Eclector?!" Yondu sighs heavily, "I gotta handful o' men that're still tryin' to box Quill up ta deliver ta that asshole, Ego..."

The video image of Madam Sol-ya frowns, "Well, you're getting three new s-ships-s tomorrow, right? Why not give him one of thos-se? Peter will be jus-st as s-safe on his-s own M-ship as he is-s in your cabin."

"Hmh."

The naga-like woman grins and rolls her eyes. She knows that that particular huff means Yondu knows she's right but doesn't want to listen.

"Yondu..."

Now he's not listening at all, he's not even looking in her direction. He's staring at a small bunk in the corner of his suite that's covered in child-sized clothes and bundled-up blankets and who knows what else.

"Yondu!"

"Hunh?!" the Ravager Captain startles, "Yeah..."

The arms-dealing Madam smiles widely, she's seen her best friend and client change dramatically over the two years he's had the Terran child. Changes that she finds overwhelmingly attractive. "Peter does-sn't even s-sleep in his-s own bed, does-s he?"

Udonta scoffs, "Tch, not in over a year," he tries to hide his grin by scratching his nose. "Kid doesn' even pretend anymore, huh! 'E jus' climbs up on my pillow an' passes out."

Rose-colored, reptilian eyes widen at the barely-concealed affection in Yondu's words. She's never heard him speak of any creature in the galaxy in such a way. "You're going to mis-s him...!" Sol-ya breathes with new-found understanding, if she had tear ducts, she would cry, "He's-s really your s-son!"

That brings him back, "What?! Oh, no..." Yondu lifts his hands to slow her train of assumptions, "No, Sol, he ain'..."

"What do you mean, 'No'?" she interrupts him sharply, "Yondu, if you really want that boy to be s-safe, you'll claim him as-s your s-son!"

This became a bad conversation for a vid-call, real quick. "Slow down, woman," the pirate says as calmly as he can, "It's much more complicated than that!"

"That's-s shit and you know it!" Sol-ya hisses angrily, and, for a moment, Yondu thinks she might actually come through the display at him. Her tirade goes on and she has some valid points, but the Centaurian is certain he's making the right decision about Peter. He just knows he won't be able to explain it to her til she finishes spittin' at him. She sure is pretty when she's yellin', though.

"Cap'm?"

Yes, Yondu thinks, that man's timing is a gift from the angels. "Come in, Kraglin," the Captain calls out and he grins at the Madam. "Alrigh', Sol, smooches," he cuts her off just as she begins to question his virility. "Ravager business. Cetch you later. Bye," he waves and disconnects the call.

"Madam had some things ta say, hunh?" Kraglin chuckles as he watches his superior sag with relief in the sudden quiet.

"Yah," Udonta shakes his head and sighs, he grins crookedly at his man, "I do think she's cute when she's mad at me, though. So," Yondu claps his hands together and strides toward the hatchway, "Let's get them new ships."