Wan shrugged, "Doesn't matter right now. But thanks. I'd like that."
He didn't want to get into how he'd grown up thinking he was a squib. Convinced he was by Yao. Kept in ignorance by the man he'd grown up with. He wasn't mad anymore, but it still hurt and he wasn't really ready to talk about it more than he already had. Telling her about his homelessness had been more than enough details for the time being.
He glanced toward the door, "Should we stay up here long? You said your parents wanted to meet me."