Once she was gone, Blaise heaved a sigh, though it didn't relax him. If his pants had had pockets, his hands would be them; alas, there were pocketless and so he was confined to standing awkwardly until Theodore spoke (not that the awkward level was really lowered).
"Yes. She overreacts because I'm her only child and clearly she hasn't found a competent husband or lover." A glare momentarily took over his face as he thought about this. By this point in his life he had no desire for a father, or even a fatherly figure, but he was well aware of his mother's history with men. He'd always assumed that she had killed his own father and while some might see it as a fault in Serafina, he saw it as all those men being unworthy.