Finn was prepared to accept the apology as it was offered; he had taken no real offense, or it never would have sufficed. Words were cheap, as they said.
"They never really change," Finn said, speaking of humans, with a kind of patient fondness of the sort one felt for wayward but innocent children. Men were still men. Only the trappings changed. Oh, they had made amazing strides - they had flown even to the moon - but the things men loved, the things they feared, those remained the same.
Finn caught the moment that Arfaron cut himself short. It did not escape him that the young lord was keeping a secret, but as he said, he was not curious. At least, he was not inclined to be intrusively so, and he had no sense that this secret, whatever it might be, touched him immediately. So let the boy keep it to himself if he pleased. He made no comment on it. Instead, he allowed the moment to pass, and he said with an ironic smile, "Come, then. I'm Sidhe. I am never bored with stories. There are many here. I may tell you a few, sometime."