As his heart melts, he gets down on his knees so that he's on his level and asks, "Do you want a widdle white wabbit, or a thoft and fuwwy bwack wabbit, or maybe one like that cute widdle bwown wabbit over there?"
The little boy, in turn, blushes, rocks on his heels, crosses his arms, leans forward and says...
"I don't think my python weally gives a thit."