"If I ever bring dishonor on the family name, I give you permission to usurp me and declare yourself head of the Strider family," he says with a lazy smile. "As it is now, all dishonor goes to our cow."
He takes a bite of his food, before following with a hearty chug to his fire whiskey. "So enough about my love life. Why don't you tell me more of what you got up to while you were off on your own. Any children I should be worried about?"