The moment Nurse Gina reprimanded his father gently, a small sensational joy sprout through Aleksandr's emotions.  His father getting "in-trouble" gave him a soft wave of calmness.  The tips of his lips curled upwards, slowly, before resting back into a melancholy position.

Father Seraphim relaxed his pose at once, feeling the heat of Nurse Gina's voice suffer over him.  His face turned slightly pale, not having realized his temper was showing.  His thumb rubbed against the black wool in his hand, trying to calm himself down.  The last thing he wanted to do was initiate harsh feelings towards anyone in the room.  He turned to glance at Aleksandr, searching him for any social queues, but there were none.  He then turned back to the face the nurse.  He brought his hand up to his face, stroking his facial hair, politely, out of some concern for the situation.  His hand rested back at his side, continuing to thumb through his prayer rope.  His black cassock swayed a bit as he contemplated what to say next, "Yes, that would be fine, Nurse Gina.  Thank you for all the help, I apologize for raising my voice," he spoke to the room as opposed to speaking directly to Nurse Gina.  

As the nurse left, Father Seraphim took over, "I am Father Seraphim and this is my son, Aleksy," he smiled at her, keeping his lips together.  He motioned towards Aleksandr as he spoke.  Aleksandr studied the situation, waving his hand slightly at her before tucking back into a folded position. [@Arista]