Samuel wasn't sure how much of that he believed. It was a pretty tale, that was for certain. His eyes narrowed. "I don't know the whole story, what went down in New York but for now, like I told my son, you'll be safe from the hunting community, as long as you don't attack any humans. I assume you have a place to stay or a plan of some sort until this all blows over?"<br/><br/>"Dad," Ryah said, his voice full of reproach, as he returned to the lobby. "Stop grilling Drake. And mum wants to ask you something about Charlie."<br/><br/>The older man departed, heading up the stairs. As soon as he was out of sight, Ryah turned to Drake. "I'm sorry. I hope he didn't give you any trouble. My dad's a..." He trailed off before settling on the word 'hardass'. It hadn't been easy, growing up with his father. The man had high expectations and didn't tolerate laziness. He pushed Ryah and Charlie hard every day, though the brunet could see where he was coming from. Carelessness usually got one hurt, or even killed, in their line of work.<br/><br/>"Anyway, my mum wants to know if you, er, want to stay at the inn. She's...not like my dad," he promised with a wry smile. "Sometimes she mother-hens people. But you can say no. My place is still open, of course.. Oh, and um, dinner's on the table too but I told her you only drink coffee." Ryah was ready to go home though and said as much.