Wan greeted them both with an open smile and a compliment to Annabel about the cookies. They smelled great and he happily headed over to the oven to get a good long whiff. Things went well for the first few minutes and then Charles, dear protective father that he was, decided to make Wan very uncomfortable with some very unexpected questions.
Truthfully, though, it was more the tone of voice he used. Pretend-friendly, like he was trying to swindle Wan into believing something. Maybe convince him he was safe and the questions - and thus their answers - weren't really that important. But Wan knew that tone. He'd used it himself more times than he could count and to better effect.
He closed himself off under Charles' gaze, shrugging as he answered every question as simply as he could, "A friend is paying for the room. I used money I saved up this year to get the dogs. I'm pretty sure I'm not pureblood and I'm definitely not an elitist. I'm from D.C. and the only intentions I have with Christine are to date her and see how it works out."
Hopefully, the quickly fired words would be enough to keep the man from realizing Wan hadn't answered the question about his family having money.