[ Nearly, eh. He'll work on Piotr, dammit, if it's the last thing he does. Because it might very well might be.

His grin goes fond and nostalgic at that, thinking of Piotr now, in fact. A man somewhat different from the one giving him grief here ... ]

Just so. My father had no interest and my mother was terrified of the great beasts. But both saw the use in a Vor taking interest in me, so they permitted it. Reluctantly.

[ He holds politely, waiting for her to finish. ]