His eyelids closed as fingers played upon his spine once again, and he moved backward into the contact without really thinking about it. It was his natural response whenever someone did something physical he enjoyed.
"I've been keeping an eye on him since I was old enough to walk. I'll keep doing it until one of us dies, or until he tells me he wants me out of his life." Soren's voice was kind of quiet. What Bill had said was too specific to just be a "take care of my descendant" request and Soren knew it.