Decorum? What even? Julius thought he'd been plenty decorous thus far, considering the other man had shown up completely unannounced in the middle of the afternoon after 200 years of not seeing neither hide nor hair in the interim. He had offered tea. Please.
Well, as long as he wasn't being forced to give up his life... Julius set his tea down on the counter beside him so he could pinch the bridge of his nose as he considered this. "You know the other Fair Ones here besides myself are a Hob and a Satyr, right?" Just checking. After all, his father was or at least, he had been, fairly elitist. Had a lot of preconceived notions about other species--even about subgroups within their own species, really--and he had no doubt he'd find something to complain about. But the better question was, had he raised Chysanthemum to be that way? Would she make Julius look bad? Because that would be worse than being forced to leave.
Hmm. Familial grace. Julius didn't want anything from his father, certainly there was nothing he could give at this point that would make anything worth his while, but he'd be a very bad Faerie (worse than he was already) if he didn't at least probe for the possibility of an exchange. And if it made his father bristle a bit more, all the better. "Alright, so, you'd like me, your estranged, disowned son to babysit my 218 year old sister for... Free?" He picked his tea back up again and took another long, satisfying sip. How nice that Errol was considering the shock that surely awaited Chrysanthemum, when he'd sent Julius out into the world without so much as an umbrella.