"Then you are a better child than I, Senorita," Ramez chuckled, knowing she had avoided his trap and deciding to take a different route. After a long drag of his cigar he sighed slowly, gazing over at the two of them. "When my father was alive he had many strings of women and I - I cared a great deal. Though he was happy, he did not deserve the distraction - and they did not deserve him, for a quantity of reasons..."
With a sideways glance at Delia Ramez chuckled once more. "I apologise. Let us talk of something more fitting for such an occasion. I would not like to spend what precious little time I have with you discussing our father issues."