Not welcoming, indeed. The wolf growls at her presence, and Keith glances down to him before violet eyes meet Baiken's singular one. He removes his helmet, that stare becoming far more prominent without the glare of the lights reflecting on his visor.

"Uh, is your eyesight that bad?" It's an honest question, because he's both somewhat confused and very put off. He's only a few inches shorter than Shiro is, and almost the same age. "Plus, I'm pretty sure he doesn't have kids."

More than sure, even; he knows Shiro doesn't swing that way.