"Is that so? I imagine you must have all kinds of stories, then," Tianlang-Jun said, so very clearly more delighted at the idea than laying judgement. What did he care for human ideas of modesty after all?

He waved the apology away. "It's unlikely that I would be welcomed if there were any here. My son is not what one would call particularly filial. Not that this old lord can truly lay the blame on him. But! Clearly, that simply means new people to meet."

Clearly, once he finds out about that book, he's going to devour it cover to cover.