"It was yours to lose," he shrugs and clasps his son's shoulder - quickly and affectionately, before levering himself upward. "It was something freely given - something I was glad to give."

It was something he was glad to receive and if it proved useful then it had more than served it's purpose to him. The flower wasn't what he had needed to begin with.

"And if you sufficiently traumatize your sister, we may just let you get back to your girl."