"Hey." Hartley smiled at Teddy as he balanced him on his hip, carrying him out of the kitchen. It smelled like food and he couldn't off the top of his hand remember when he'd last eaten, so it was best not to be close to temptation. He didn't believe in any promises of food or money, since he wasn't an idiot, but at least he was closer to warm than he'd been in a very long time. He slowly sat down on the ground and let Teddy sit on his lap, looking around. "You have a lot of toys, huh? That's so great."

He picked up the one closest and held it up to Teddy, his other hand still in his pocket, although he finally released his flute. Maybe he would get some money here, maybe that could save him from having to sell the flute for another day. Without really thinking about it, he switched to Spanish, running a hand through Teddy's hair. "You have a nice dad. You like him, yes?"

Obviously Teddy didn't understand a word, but he clearly approved of the funny nonsense sounds Hartley made and kept encouraging him to speak more Spanish until he was just singing to him softly and it was enough to keep him giggling.