When the waiter approached, Mordred took the opportunity to gather his thoughts. He knew his aunt to be quite cunning, and that he'd have to choose his words carefully. "I'm glad to hear that. It was simply a matter of making sure that I had covered all my bases and left behind adequate protection for while I'm out. My employer's daughter recently had a child and emotions are running high." And as far as Mordred was concerned it truly was that simple. No need to bring up anything personal yet.
While he had come here with an open mind, expecting the unexpected, her statement regarding settling down took him by surprise and left him blinking rather dumbly. He really should have assumed that she and his mother would have had his life all planned out even now.
"You're too kind, however I must admit that the quality of girl I've found here rarely measure up to what I'm used to." Mordred-speak for 'yes, flirting, but nothing special or important.' "You'd like to see me setting down? Did you have anyone in mind you and mother would like me to meet?" He kept his tone casual, clearly hoping Morgan actually did have more reason to bring all this up than a seemingly pathological need to keep him under her thumb.
He kept his gaze as neutral as possible, already not liking where this was heading. She was far more adept at the great game than he was, and his lack of practice was showing.