Guy's shoulders tensed as he realized that he had spoked in an ambiguous manner. It would not due to put all his cards on the table for Gellert. He admired the man, he even trusted the man to have the same morals that Guy himself had. But he did not trust the man with all his secrets, because a man as great and big as Gellert could easily use a man as new and as disliked as Guy as a stepping stone. And while he very much wanted purism to win the day, he also wanted to be not he winning team... not as a rung on the ladder, but one of the lucky men who got to climb the ladder.
"If my life here were the way I wished, my wife, Wilhelmina, and I would be hosting you in our living room, with my sons here to be introduced. My daughter is only an infant in my own time, but I suppose she could be any age here," he said, the jaw tensing at that idea. He wanted his daughter with him, at his side. He wanted to hold her and burp her, and smell her head and feel at peace knowing he'd created her and would mold her into a intimidatingly competent woman.
"Do you have any thoughts on how to loosen that confinement upon yourself?" he asked, leaning back.