He shoots her a glance - a little pained, a little pleading - but it's true; he's quite cognizant of that comment he'd made towards her, and aware of the prospect of hypocrisy. And he does think nosiness is a virtue, truly, and doesn't want to discourage it...
"Ah, it seems I'm caught in a trap of my own devising," he says, his voice stilted. But then he lowers his head in a half-bow and says to her, "As you command." Then a moment as he fiddles with the cuffs of his sleeves, and then he dusts off the knees of his trousers, and then he answers awkwardly. "Yes. Well. I'd always had a very tempestuous relationship with my father, for a great many reasons. When I was young - seventeen - things came to something of a head. And I left home. The disinheritance wasn't exactly a punishment so much as a face-saving measure - a sort of, you can't quit, you're already fired kind of situation. But it's suited me to act as though it was the former. Useful for my cover, you see."
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"Ah, it seems I'm caught in a trap of my own devising," he says, his voice stilted. But then he lowers his head in a half-bow and says to her, "As you command." Then a moment as he fiddles with the cuffs of his sleeves, and then he dusts off the knees of his trousers, and then he answers awkwardly. "Yes. Well. I'd always had a very tempestuous relationship with my father, for a great many reasons. When I was young - seventeen - things came to something of a head. And I left home. The disinheritance wasn't exactly a punishment so much as a face-saving measure - a sort of, you can't quit, you're already fired kind of situation. But it's suited me to act as though it was the former. Useful for my cover, you see."