Endlessly. For two days. He wasn't sure what it had been about, but from the way they spoke, it seemed to be all good things. When was the last time he had inspired talk like that? He didn't even know. People talked whether he liked it or not, knew what it was about or not. Even when he'd been human. Maybe with Mab, maybe with others, but he expected most of it was in some sort of disappointment. It was a good deal his fault, he knew, whether Joseph or Mab agreed or not.
There was a lot going on at once, now. Making impressions, talk about his ring, Mab. Could he really call her his sister? Maybe it was a little bit, weird but it felt that way. Imagine having a sibling one could relate to and get along with.
Taking one thing at a time, he started with the ring. It was probably the easier thing to go with first. "This one belongs to my sire..." He didn't get into how he wasn't there with him, how a lot of people believed he was dead, even though Rhys had made actual contact with him before using too much magic in the process. "That sounds like her." He had known that she had been here last night - in the form of it being mentioned both in the private chat with Joseph and the more public one between him mad Mab herself.
There were questions he burned to ask but wasn't sure it was his place to do so. Or if he should ask Chantal and Melissa. Once they got to the top of the stairs, he looked at both of them, briefly, before asking. "Why did you run to the front of the line?"