Lyle was happy to see life back in those violet eyes again. That's what should always be there. He smiled godly at the story. It must have been really important to him. It was good that he had something to precious that he could use all the time.<br/><br/>"I get that. My father was a bar owner. People came for miles and stayed a whole day just to meet him. He could charm people who didn't even drink. He was strict with me the second I said I wanted to be bar owner too. Drilled every secret and bit of knowledge he had into me. A lot of stuff in my bar was in his. The tables, the stage, some of the glasses, some of the art, Joe." Lyle laughed softly. "I just like seeing parts of him around when I'm working. It feels good."<br/><br/>Lyle didn't talk about his dad much, bit it was nice every now ant then. The weight in his chest felt lighter and he was definitely more relaxed. Though he wasn't sure if that was from thinking about fond memories, or having Dante next to him.