[He releases her hand, putting his own back into his pants pocket. His fingers fidget with some loose change as he speaks.]

Blood is thicker than water. Naming conventions, too. And don't thank me for doing what I'm expected to do.

[Really, don't. If he had his druthers he'd be napping right now. Still, he supposes the company could be worse; he really can't complain that much about young, pretty, and female.]

I can show you around. If you like. It's a big house.