Nellie had moved off to chat with the tailor about the specifics of the outfit she would be getting. Tatsu's eyes followed Aidain, they were still ice in color, but they were no longer cold as they regarded him. He could almost feel sorry for the kid. They were in Connlaoth, Aidain had been raised here, he grew up believing magic was evil. Still, he was impressed, how had he managed to make it this long without getting branded with the same mage mark he himself had to endure.
Now, were Tatsu a lesser man, with a weaker set of morals, he might have thought turning Aidain in as a mage would be wildly satisfying. Here was a young noble with everything to lose. However, that would be very wrong, on so many levels. Still, he wondered if Aidain was even aware that he had a gift. Although, with such a gift...how could you not? Heavy denial, he figured. Well, that wasn't going to work for him, at all. He might not be willing to out the poor kid to the authorities, but he wasn't going to let him off pretending everything was okay, either.
He raised a brow quizzically as he was asked to teach Aidain the language he had spoken to his daughter. That alone put a brief spark back into his eyes, an icy flame smoldering momentarily before he pushed his anger back down. Composing himself, his voice was rather flat when he answered him. "The language of my people cannot be taught to anyone who is not part of the clan, it is forbidden, you would have to be indoctrined before I could teach it to you, and I doubt you really wish for that."
It had taken years for him to properly groom Nellie in the ways of the clan, enough to perform the initiation ritual that would allow him the freedom to teach her more sensitive things about his clan. He lowered his voice, giving a wary glance in the direction of the tailor and his daughter. "You and I have much to discuss, Sir Aidain, but it is not a conversation for just any prying ears, so perhaps we will have time to speak alone later?"