nikolas vaisey doesn't need a broom to fly (besserwisser) wrote in wished,
Roger's question had genuinely taken Nikolas off guard. It was a good thing the drinks hadn't arrived before then, or else there was the distinct possibility he'd have choked on his. Part of him couldn't believe someone would just launch into a question like that with no provocation. Roger had probably been itching to bring this up, but Nikolas was sure it could have been more artfully done.
Though he tried to keep his expression as neutral as Roger had his, it was easy to see that Nikolas was nettled. He did at least manage to keep an edge out of his voice. A few moments passed between his drink arriving and him looking pointedly over at Roger - he could feel Lucy's eyes on him and was sure she was probably even more uncomfortable than he was.
"Yeah, my family's bloodlines are fairly...old, and pure," Nikolas answered. He hadn't been sure what else to say, but now he thought there wasn't much use in trying to fabricate anything in regards to his family's views. His brow creased, and he realized that his irritation had grown. "And I'm sure I can't speak for the entirety of the 'other side', but I can assure you that even my family finds them to be a bit too extreme for their tastes."