Arthur smirked before patting his no-good grandson's shoulder.
"You're just like me when I was your age," Arthur said. "Bold and unyielding. Very well. Just do whatever you want to do. For now, I'll just follow you."
Thirteen wanted to say that when Arthur was his age, he was just the "Yes Man" of his wife, Lady Callista.
But since he was currently on good terms with his old man, he decided to just nod his head to make Arthur happy.
"Of course, I inherited my style from you, Gramps."
"Hahaha! Of course. Where else would you have gotten that attitude from?"
After that brief exchange, Thirteen approached Siri, who was only observing them from afar.
"I will keep my promise and hand her over to you," Thirteen said. "But you also have to promise me that she wouldn't be harmed in any way. Aracelle is my tool. Do I make myself clear?"
"Your tool?" Siri arched an eyebrow.
