Cinead willingly enough smiled for Anna, The corners of his eyes crinkling with the expression. But as soon as she stop taking pictures, the look slipped away, though hints of the smile still remained in his eyes. He rubbed his chin over her curls once again before quite abruptly tugging her up into his lap before laying back on the couch himself, holding her against his chest. Head propped against one of the squishy throw pillows, he closed his eyes, releasing a soft sigh of contentment.

“...No more pictures tonight. There will be plenty of time for that in the future.” He murmured softly.