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"I can see why you're so proud of him, he's amazing," agreed the orc as he decided to cast the boy a slight glance, making sure to not be too unsubtle in his observation of him. He had always wanted to meet Neotoma, having been told countless tales about him whilst Mar'kesh struggled with the absence from him, but there was always a part of him that felt the meeting would go terribly; that Neotoma would be averse to the fatherly presence Drakali presented.
Even though they hadn't spent all that much time together, without him learning too much about his stepson, the orc was at least certain that his fears were silenced. He liked Neotoma a lot, finding his evident intelligence not intimidating in the slightest, but rather fascinating. And while he was open to failure, he rather thought that the other wasn't too disapproving of him as a husband to his mother.
"Mind you, orcs aren't known for their intelligence, so maybe my genes won't do our lot any good," he shrugged as he absently set his cutlery down as neatly as he could for the benefit of the others, not wanting to be categorised as a slovenly oaf who didn't know how to be polite at the table. "...As long as they're happy, then I'm happy. That's all that matters to me; that they grow up knowing I love 'em and they're happy and content. If they find a passion like Neotoma has and end up as smart and as charming as he is, then that's a bonus."
Even though they hadn't spent all that much time together, without him learning too much about his stepson, the orc was at least certain that his fears were silenced. He liked Neotoma a lot, finding his evident intelligence not intimidating in the slightest, but rather fascinating. And while he was open to failure, he rather thought that the other wasn't too disapproving of him as a husband to his mother.
"Mind you, orcs aren't known for their intelligence, so maybe my genes won't do our lot any good," he shrugged as he absently set his cutlery down as neatly as he could for the benefit of the others, not wanting to be categorised as a slovenly oaf who didn't know how to be polite at the table. "...As long as they're happy, then I'm happy. That's all that matters to me; that they grow up knowing I love 'em and they're happy and content. If they find a passion like Neotoma has and end up as smart and as charming as he is, then that's a bonus."