Filip almost seemed to hesitate as he considered answering her inquiry further. His hands nervously rang against one another, twisting and turning and agitating the split flesh of his knuckles, but he couldn’t find it in him to care. His sister always had been one to pry into his life in regards to other females, and more often than not she was the cause of many of them being chased away. For her to guess his current state had something to do with the opposite gender was no surprise. In honesty, he’d almost expected it. It wasn’t something he was particularly proud of, but there was no denying his sister almost knew him better than he knew himself with the exception of a select few personal thoughts and desires kept to himself.
❝Fiona.❞
It hadn’t been the female herself so much as it was the cause she was bred and born into, and was swaying the elder Telford himself almost hypnotically into as well. The company he made his business to be with was growing more and more dangerous.
❝Yelike her.❞ It’s not a question, it’s a statement —-spoken matter-of-factly. Truth be told she made a habit of trying to keep women out of his life, or at least the ones that didn’t meet her standards but that never stopped him from bringing them home before. At least until this Fiona. She’s not looking to grill him about it though. The timing is off and for once she’s not going to make it her business. It doesn’t dull her curiosity however, but perhaps he’ll bring the lass around when he see’s fit. It’s all she can hope for at this point.
❝Ain’t meaning t'sound like our ma, but if ye come home like this ‘gain ye’ll earn yerself ah cuff?❞
An amused chuckle hitches itself within the confines of her throat as the faintest of smiles touches her lips, most likely related to the fact that he’s actually home. She’s been seeing less and less of him of late and while she knows it’s due to the weight of new responsibilities on his shoulders, it hasn’t made the transition any easier.
