Ah yes, the crab cakes. Julius cracked a lopsided grin. "I can't take credit for those. The crab cakes are pure James." He usually let him run with the menu too, since Julius's own cooking skills paled in comparison. Not that he didn't know food. Just more about... Eating it than making it. He could cook, he could be creative, but he wasn't going to win Iron Chef. Maybe a round or two on Chopped. Depending on the competition.
"Oh?" He raised a curious eyebrow, another drag on his cigarette punctuating the question. "Who's your brother?" If he was a regular, Julius had definitely crossed paths with him. He was at Veritas more often than he was at his own home, after lal.
Children? And twins? Yikes. "You must be very patient," he said diplomatically. The jury was out on he felt about children, but most of the time it was something along the lines of nope.