"Ain't killed me yet."

Raph says with a smirk. He's just about to take another drink, when his attention is directed down towards Anthony.

"Yeah, yum."

There's a hint of warmth in his tone, as he half smiles back at the boy. Raph transfers the cup from his right to his left hand, now he's free to ruffle the kid's hair.

Tiny humans.
What will they think of next?