“I do think I had rather gathered that,” Laurence chuckled. “You certainly don’t trouble to hide it. So, then. You wish my blessing?”
”I– I am afraid I don’t quite understand what you are asking.”
“You say you love her. I assume you plan to do something about that?” Laurence cocked his head at Mordred, then lifted a hand and swirled it through the air. “Beyond, of course, yesterday’s … activities.” He gestured for silence before Mordred could speak. “I do not condemn. I just wish to protect my daughter. You understand.