"That, too," he agreed, lips twisting n a wry grin. He was fairly certain his brother would dagger him should he cross him.
"Knowing your father?" Elijah questioned. "I would say perhaps once you're thirty. But even then I wouldn't hold your breath." It was said with fondness, though. He'd lived with his brother for a millennium and was well used to his temperament.
He hesitated a moment, glancing over to her. "...what would you wish to do this summer?"