Aware that their reunion was drawing others attention but completely uncaring, he blushed as she fixed his bangs. He nearly said something but stilled his tongue, not wanting to break the moment or interrupt her scrutiny.
When she took the seat opposite him Mordred sat as well, signaling for the waitress to come over. He had a feeling they'd be here a while, though he didn't mind in the least. "Wouldn't dream of it, mother," he drawled softly, clearly amused.
The double meaning was not lost on him and it showed in his eyes. He knew his place: Morgause called the shots, while he did the dirty work. He was her son, through and through. He knew that without her he'd be nothing and he respected Morgause for keeping him regardless of what it cost her. Knowing she was so near, he would make sure to keep her apprised of his plans from now on.
Currently, his only plan involved protecting Izzy Rose-McGillis, an odd new deity of some sort. He wondered how that would go, his lips quirking into a smile as he saw the waitress. "I'll take a pint of Smithwicks, and what would you like to drink?"