His gaze flickered to her wrist where she made the small movement. Now, he had never seen his father and mother get into a confrontation that led to something physical but he had always wondered. His father wasn't exactly the cuddly type. "Alright," he said, sitting back. Deciding he could probably drop that topic.
"I know it can't be hard on you or even him I suppose. Though he's the one that made this right? He has a much better advantage then us," he said before taking another sip. "When are you from exactly? How old am I in your time?"