Not quite three-hundred, [ he admits, smile taking on a rueful note, ] and it's.. complicated, I guess. [ that's cliche, he knows, but he's not sure how else to sum it up.

he shifts, leaning on his elbows on the table, a hand lifting to push shaggy hair back behind his ear. ]

Can't lie, I was a bitter, hateful thing for a long while. Then I learned how to look like humans and found out you're not all bad. [ he hesitates, head tipping slightly. ] As far as dear old dad goes, he's never actually said a word to me, but I've never asked him to, either. Maybe that's what he's waiting for, I don't know.