Emrys chuckled slightly under his breath. "Yes, fathers are good for that sort of thing," he remarked. He had no personal experience as a father, of course. Instead he was thinking of how his own father had dictated almost every aspect of Trystan's life, once he'd shown himself in his youth to be on a slightly wayward path. Luckily, Emrys had never been subject to such scrutiny. He wondered idly if that was usual, the very discreet way that his parents treated their various children, but he wasn't going to ask about it. It wasn't as though her experience would be any more indicative than his own, and it wasn't the sort of question you could ask a young woman you hadn't even been properly introduced to, anyway.

"I ought to leave you to it, I suppose," he said with a shrug. "Sitting a bench reading a magazine and waiting for your brothers to notice."

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