Influencer...
Jon hadn't lurked, he'd waited - patiently - inside of the most common area of the Odison-Silvercloud/Redshaw-Proudstar/Worthington-Zale palace suite complex. Forge was in that awkward stage before a formal event when one had already prepared, but prior to the start... The Native sat on the overstuffed couch, alone with his thoughts, and attempted to limit his movements as much as possible.
Until Eva swished her way in, unannounced, though Forge had an inkling she was going to be there and that she'd wanted him there. "A little fox told me you wanted to see me," Jon told her with enough confidence to cast doubt on whether or not an actual fox had instructed him to wait for his daughter. There was no doubt, it had.
"You need fatherly advice?" Jon asked with a smile and patted the sofa cushion next to him. "I only charge a nickel."