It was all ritualistic with them anymore, practically a public display to let any who view know beyond doubt who was in charge. Now he seemed to hurry past the usual words, though, palm urging Kristoff up to his feet and inside.
He hated to admit it... Refused the fact quickly to himself, but he was looking for a Reed resemblance in the young man. No, surely not. Kristoff was his in all but blood, with Latverian heritage.
"I was not expecting you. I notice you did not bring your lady friend this time." Starting with the obvious statements, managing to keep the awkwardness he felt from entering his voice.