"He's just a kid, still. Odd duck, that one, never one to run around sowing wild oats, or to run around at all. Cassius, I understand better - that's my other boy, but they're both my sons, sure as if I sired them myself. He takes her for granted, just because he's sedentary that she'll be happy as a houseplant. You ask me? He needs to put some wild back in his wilder, before he becomes a grump, and a lonely one at that. Live a little."
And a laugh. "I'm not such an old goat that I can't still hit a club now and again. Maybe someday I'll spark up my old lady and bring her down for a spin around KC town."