In another life, Greg might've been worried by such cavalier discussion of conquest. After a few decades working intimately on this side of the supernatural, it loses a little bit of its impact. Her mention of his son hits him harder.

"He probably would've liked that..." There's an unmistakable melancholy in what would otherwise be pleasant musing. Greg shakes his head. "He's... actually, he's not, uh... he's spending time with other family, right now, so... I'll pass it along to them, see if they can't arrange something." He severely doubts they'd bother to act on the advice in a way that benefits Steven, but it's worth a try... right...?

Greg shoots her a weary little grin. "Me, I can't just pack up and head out of town every time the apocalypse looms. My boss won't allow for it. But I appreciate the heads up."