When Julius claimed to be an open book to Maeve, it was 99.9% true. There were obviously things he omitted to certain people for their lack of usefulness or believability (one couldn't very well go around telling one about a 200 year history or being a Fairie, because that would probably wind up with a trip to the mental hospital), but Errol was the one being in the entire universe that could disprove his theory of how honest he could be. He had absolutely no desire to get into the specifics of his life post-expulsion--not the stealing to survive, not the indentured servitude, definitely not Prince--and hopefully would never have to. At the moment Errol didn't really seem to have an interest (surprise, surprise).
Who was the more childish, though? The 222 year old child (by Shara's estimation) or the 1000 + year old child who'd raised him? That was rather like the pot calling the kettle black, wasn't it? It was hard to have reverence for a heritage and a people who'd rejected him.
Julius's lips pressed together in a thin line. "Right, right. That's only for bastards. I forget. It's been so long." He held back the urge to roll his eyes. Still, it was nice to hear that his sister had been spared his fate. It was good to be legitimate, wasn't it? "Does that mean you're sending her to Summerview, or am I to drop my entire life to follow her around?" Because he did have a life here. He had a business, a home, friends, a succubus... Uh... Well he'd sort of started seeing a succubus on a semi-regular basis, he wasn't sure what that was as far as labels went, but he was enjoying it immensely. He was not about to drop all of that for a sister he hadn't seen in 200 years, as much as he'd adored her at 16.