“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.
He nods, “of course I understand, I would do the same if I had a child,” he tells him. “Yes, I do, but I’m not sure when.”
“Ah! And would you care to inform a doting father of those plans?”