Hans flashed Benoit an annoyed look - there again with the father's effort. "My father's effort," he repeated. "Hah. If you knew my father at all you would know it was as much for his sake as anything else. He certainly had no desire to have his only surviving son be anything but a strong representative of his legacy."
He grumbled, more to himself than anything, and took a sip of wine. "I disappointed him once, when I ran away to Berlin at 15. After I returned, he beat that disobedience out of me and assured that I would be a dutiful son and soldier."