Niles' finger traced along his jaw, rasping at the stubble that seemed to always live there despite his best efforts as he thought about Tristan's question. He wasn't there all the time, though he had been going in to keep an eye on the books a bit more now that Tristan was off on family leave. It was business as usual, though business in that club wasn't particularly 'usual' elsewhere. And by 'usual' he meant 'law abiding.'
"i've been keeping an eye on things that I can keep an eye on," he said, picking up his coffee and shaking it a bit like the movement would create more coffee magically and he wouldn't be forced to go interact with Joy. "Your dad has been in a few times from what I can tell, but he hasn't fucked with the books at all."