[ Here Wukong is, bracing himself for another slew of guilt but it's... not really that. Adra's genuine concern for his son is touching, even to someone who only recently experienced a friendship beyond passing pleasantries and the occasional, casual physical gesture. ]

Certainly! You can count on me to be kind. At least, an appropriate kind of kindness. Not too much, not too little, but...

[ Ah, he's rambling a bit and catches himself. Wu's simply pleased that Adra has forgiven him--- at least, this is what he feels. ]

... you're not old. Unless you want to be, in which case, I could call you 'Old Man'.

[ Wukong's not entirely sure about ages. He's known some who looked young but were old, and some that were quite young but looked older. ]