He looked a little befuddled, and she took a little more pity on him. "Grab the glasses, I'll get some tea." She was trying to cut back her drinking, at least a little, drinking herself to sleep every morning was starting to take a toll - at least it did in the mirror come mornings and she was just vain enough to care.

As she pulled the jug of herbal tea from her little kitchenette she continued to speak. "What the worse that can happen if you and this kid don't get along? Fist fight? Bruises heal, words can be apologized for. So long as you don't take a flaming sword to his gut, I think you'll be okay?"