John's expression smoothed into feigned innocent interest. He was certainly interested in meeting a sweet young thing in this sea of old sausage. "Oh yes, your dear girl. How is she doing with her studies? Keeping up that GPA? She's a clever one, I hear. I am quite looking forward to meeting her at last. We've heard so much about her from you." He slid an arm around Tuck's shoulders, drawing him in close. "You won't keep her from me, with you?" he crooned with a little laugh, keeping things light, the steel of the underlying threat only hinted at. "After all, I did get her that scholarship. I should like to see her in person and see how she's getting on. Yes?"