Daphisio gave Daemyn the courtesy of one knock, if only to get himself decent before Daphisio let himself inside. His children, Watchers help him, his children. Insolent, entitles, spoiled and completely and utterly oblivious to the opportunities that lay upon their feet. Well, all perhaps Janna. The girl was a lost cause, and in Daphisio's mind, better suited for a nunnery, although knowing his daughter, she would just as soon disappear into a brothel before she gave up her drink.
Since Daemyn responded, albeit with a tortured protest to company, Daphisio let himself into the room. The room itself smelled of sweat and sickness, and Daphisio wrinkled his nose in distaste before he closed the door behind him. "So, what is this? You decided you enjoy the stink of Janna's room so much that you have decided to mimic it in your own?"