Michael was pleased that Wren didn't try to fight him on this, it wouldn't have gone well with his plan of remaining level headed and reasonable while standing there with Hugo Weasley. He still had rounds to finish, and he made his way through the castle and then back to his rooms.
"I'm not angry with you." He said when Wren finally spoke, he'd expected something like this, some question about what had happened in the halls, he just wasn't sure he wanted it. "I'm worried about you, there is still a difference." He reminded his daughter.
As much as he hated seeing that boy's hand on his daughter he worried for her more than anything else, worried how he would hurt her, influence her, take advantage. "He's too old for you, Wren."