He felt a kind of ease as the man of the house let him in to talk to his daughter, though he highly doubted it was as simple as that. Charles followed with a simple thank you, no hesitation in his voice. While he waited, he peered around the entry way, though did not dare move anywhere besides that spot. When the daughter came over, Charles smiled kindly. "So, you must be my third sons friend..." he murmured, eyes displaying a sort of curious gleam as he peered at the girls eyes. "I am Daniels father, Charles Weylyn. It is nice to finally make your acquaintance," he said "As we do not get out much... we usually send Daniel on errands into town, though now... that is not a required thing." He said in a sort of wistful tone, as though he were remembering a better time.<br/><br/>"I have come to ask that you leave my son alone... he is going through such a hard time in his life, you see." Daniels father said, voice a mask of careful words. "I fear my other children will take their brothers care seriously, and do anything to keep him safe you see. He is a-" Charles paused for a moment to search for the right words, "-He is an emotional wreck, and a physical wreck at that one... not fit for social interaction starting as of late."