"A singer then?" Cath said. "Well, no. But there's a better chance of actually making a career of it when you have schooling." After all, there were music courses offered. Even when he'd been at university.
Dad? Cathair chuckled at that, even if it did hit a cord he didn't want to admit to. He'd be so lucky to ever have a son like this boy someday. As for the cheek, well, he wasn't going to let that go so easily.
"Dad?" he scoffed, coming up behind Jamie and grabbing him into a headlock. He ruffled the younger man's hair affectionately. "I'm not that old, boyo."