[Marceline gives a small roll of her eyes. If she had any positive memories of her own dad, she'd use them as an example, but...well, they still hadn't made up for the Fries Incident during the summer back in her first year. Plus he's still pretty much Lord of All Evil in her eyes anyway. She moves her hands up to the sides of his head, pinching the curve of his ears and wriggling them around.]

Maybe he didn't tell you because he was too busy trying to wrap his head around it himself. And I'm sure he still thinks of you as his son. [She pauses.] Parents say a lot of things about their kids in heated moments.