Darrian smirked slightly at Thren, remembering the man's face when he had accosted him - how many years ago now? five? - when he'd left Cormac's room. "I should hope so, you gave the girls enough ammunition for months...I couldn't walk through the corridor without their comments, especially if there was Cormac or he was mentioned."
He followed Thren's gaze to Kinai, deciding to avoid the 'getting here' topic. "Mine?" His eyes widened fractionally as he realized Thren was asking if she was his daughter. Maker help him, wouldn't that have been a laugh. "Yes, doesn't she resemble me?" he grinned, feeling like cooking up a half assed tale to see just how long he could spin it.
"But really, I'm surprised to find you with a lady," the elf continued, looking so innocent. "Broke up with Cormac for good, did you?" His attention focused on Thren to see his reaction, he was completely oblivious to Viara's presence nearby.