[That got a bit of a giggle out of the teen, who quickly brought a hand up to somewhat disguise it.]

Oh, I see. If memory serves, your grandfather was quite the charmer in his young age.

[Or, at least, he believed himself to be, and reminded both her family and his, to mixed reactions, of how much of a lady slayer he was. At length. Lux rather liked his grandfather because of those stories, actually; they were a nice break from the usual stuffy conversation.]

I doubt that even that would save you, I'm afraid. You know how they get when they start in on each other, your father and mine.