By "stupid" he meant many things. He loved his daughter but he was also lax with what she did, because he trusted his child. He was glad she had a guy friend. Meant she was was braving up to possibly getting a man for herself. Looking at him she tilted her head, "He wouldn't hurt you. Well.. unless you were playing rock paper scissors. The most he'd do is slap your hand softly. Though... I have seen him punch a man in the face when he said something bad about me." she then went and sat on her bed, "It's fine. I was hoping to see you - just... didn't expect that." she looked down and smiled brightly, "Thanks."though she stood and walked over to him and took his hand, "Sure... and I bet my dad won't mind." she then tugged him into the hall and to the  larger living room. There a bright orange mist was hovering on the floor, "Flotsam, a guest is here to see you." she said as the mist solidified and stood up stretching. It padded over to them and purred. It remembered him. Licking his wounded hand it rubbed him gently.