He tilted his head, "how does it depend on him?" He snapped his fingers and a minion brought a glass and some water. "He'll come to you, I'm sure. Begging for attention or whatever those Saints do nowadays. But you have the power to deny him, mortal."
He took a smoke out of a pocket and lit it. "It all depends on you, but I applaud you trying to read between the lines. Not many do. All you have to do is not allow him back into your life. Considering under whose care you have been, that he's allowed you to be in might I add, I wouldn't consider it hard."
He shrugged and rose, "keep in mind they ran quicker for the pagan bitch and the pregnant one then they have done for you. My brother isn't even trying for you."