[Okay, now that was no where as humorous as Henry seemed to believe it was. He took a step back, his confusion even more apparent now in his expression.]

You seem to be the only one who's joking here. I do not have a daughter by anyone, let alone by Ms Swan. She's most certainly not my True Love. That would be my wife, Belle. Also I am your grandfather, not your father. A fact that seems to be recalled rather rarely these days.

[The last part was muttered mostly under his breath and not really directed toward Henry.]

I know the last week has been...trying, but trying to pull that sort of joke on me is in rather poor taste.