He was not that fascinated with his son’s pursuits. The lingering sensations of others passing through was hardly worth note for him. Yes, the types and feels of each one were noted. But they were also immediately passed off on his son’s poor taste in company. In whatever manner that meant. He was settling far below what he could be as is, there was no bottom, in Errol’s mind, that Thistle could reach now. It was easier to simply be impressed he had found refuge in a place of magic at all. He had learned the moment his son left to lower expectations of the other man. It was pleasant enough to see he was not living in destitution. That, despite his pride, could have persuaded Errol to care more. But as the boy did well enough on his own, this was still family business.
“Indeed. Not many things change in a soul, no matter how much time has passed,” he replied smoothly. His eyes had the same dullness to them as they bore into Thistle’s face. He had not missed the insinuation there, only opted to ignore it. There were more important matters at hand than his son’s petulance. The matter of his daughter overrode the need to put the child in his place. Errol learned long ago there was no way to keep the boy in line. Ignoring his moments and simply not giving a reaction would be the best course of action. It would make this more painless in the long run. For all parties involved. For Chrys, he was willing to hold his pride back.
“She will be most pleased,” Errol admitted. Though the ghost of a smirk played on his lips as he invited himself to sit in what appeared to be an eating area. He crossed his leg over the other with his ankle balancing delicately of the opposite knee. His eyes watched Thistle for a moment. He waited to get a proper read on the situation before he dipped his head in admission. “No, it is not. Though in the same line of thought, perhaps. If you would join me.” Errol casually gestured at another chair and it moved out from it’s spot for Thistle to sit in.
“This is in regards to your sister, Thistle. She has decided it is time to explore the greater world. And we both know how taxing such a change can be.” There was an edge now to his voice. One that sang highly of how little the man was playing now. He had yet to push the suggestion onto his son, but he was also not above such means if it meant protecting his daughter.