"Sicilian, hm?" Leaning against him, Daphne stared out the window. "What about your father? Is he Sicilian as well?" Daphne felt slightly awkward asking about Miles' family, mainly due to the fact of what happened to them, but since he brought it up, she felt a little more comfortable asking. Most of the time, Daphne learned topics revolving around dead relatives were a touchy subject that Daphne knew she wasn't empathetic enough to sit through. However, Miles seemed adjusted enough to not give her some sort of sob story about missing them and try to gain sympathy from her.
"Do you like it? This home has been in my family for ages. My father, he is Greek. Grew up on this very island. Not this home, of course, somewhere else but this home was my great-grandfathers that my father inherited." Daphne said thoughtfully as she watched a boat out in the blue water. It's white sail clashing against the deep blue, "My mother is French. That's where they are right now, my mother's childhood home in France. That's where they go every Christmas. I used to go with them, until I realize how much nicer Greece is. Warmer, at least."