That sounded all too familiar for his liking - being dragged around as a child, meeting people he'd never heard of who looked at him like he was some sort of item to be appraised rather than an actual person. For a brief moment Vlad wished he would have paid more attention to the girl's whereabouts for the last twenty-odd years, but at the time he thought it would be better if he remained as personally uninvolved as possible.
"My father was similar," he said without thinking, immediately regretting making the topic of his parents part of the conversation. "In the sense that he was very concerned with status and meeting the right people in society." He shrugged. "They think they know best, but that is not always the case."