"I'm something of a horrible Brit when it comes to things like, let's see, what have I already admitted to? Tea, for one. Monty Python, for another." He raised a hand and started ticking things off on his fingers. "I'm very fond of London, which I'm certain puts me in the minority amongst my countrymen - it's a very...American thing, I've been told, liking London. I drive an obscenely large car, there's that, as well," he said with a soft chuckle. But he really did love the Cayenne.
"I'm sure she'll forget all about it, once she's at school, at which point I will do the all-out-father thing and try to set up something similar at home to surprise her when she's back." He shook his head at his malleability when it came to his daughter. He would do anything to see her happy, and had no problem throwing money at things he knew she'd like on a whim. Though the cottage had really been for both of them, he liked to tell himself. "So, Dirty Dancing - favorite movie of all time, or?"
"I think you handled meeting her very well," he said, having picked up on the nerves a little bit at the beginning of the evening, and pleased they had subsided. "She likes you, and not only for theater privileges." He stopped short of saying that she was so much like Jamie, though it was true. They'd discussed Jamie a lot recently, and Theodore thought both of them - Hugh and Jamie - could use a night off.