Suzaku just stared incredulously. Stubborn. Noisy. Self-centered. Demanding. Always finding new and interesting ways to -- he tried desperately to school his features into a frown of disagreement. Thankfully it managed to hold, but just for a moment, and then to his horror he felt his jaw twitch. He ducked his head with a choking sound, devoting every ounce of self-control he possessed to not laughing. The second statement barely even registered, let alone the indirect insult, as occupied as he was on processing that first revelation. But all that effort went to waste, because it was too late -- his shoulders shook from suppressed hysteria until it finally broke forth with a strangled sound, muffled against his plate as he bent forward. Trying to suppress his laughter somehow made it even harder to stop, and as he struggled to get himself back under control he prayed Lelouch wouldn't ask him just what he was laughing at. He had a terrible feeling that would not go over well, not now when there was this unspoken tension between them and some unknown list of things he didn't think he could say.

When he finally managed to reign in the minor fit, drawing great gasps of air, he caught up with the rest of what Lelouch had said. "I'm not a freak," he replied easily, tone light and face serious as if nothing had happened at all. Please don't ask. "And I don't think you're a good standard for 'normal humans' when it comes to stamina." Even if his own stamina was freakish, that could only be a good thing, since apparently he already was a nanny. At least according to Lelouch's definition of everything that made children hard to deal with.