'Uncle'. Somehow it sounded very different on her tongue, compared to when Pallas addressed him by that term. It was hardly because they were connected in different ways. Or perhaps it was.
"I hope I didn't make you wait too long," he said, churning out the formalities like a vending machine. They had the whole of eternity to sit around and wait, even if they had no patience for it. He didn't have to meet her, to get her anything - to do anything with her - but he did, and there was the smile, the pleasant facade. Tiny constructs in a world he had not run for thousands of years, yet he obeyed the unspoken rules like everyone else.
He could hazard a few guesses as to why they were actually here together, same place at the same time, but he would rather let her say her piece. She was the one making her stand, after all.
"So tell me," he started, leaning forward off his seat a little before settling back down against the comfortable cushion.