Dahlia had to laugh at that. And it snapped her out of her daze. "Well, you've got me there! I suppose it was my Lilly who's really to be held responsible for this. You and her and that three! But really, a duke, I have to ask," she looked at him differently then, her head tilted a bit, "is there something you're not -"
But Dahlia couldn't finish her question. Because that moment Milo appeared in the doorway. The boy was, though Edward wouldn't realize, the spitting image of his father, but with Dahlia's gray eyes. Young and lanky, at fourteen, he was already taller than Dahlia. He was in general serious and soft-spoken and relatively unflappable, but he looked a bit flustered when he showed up them.
"Um, mom?" He only addressed Dahlia. Though Milo was always, at least, polite to Edward, he tended to feel more like Lilly with regards to this man who appeared in their midst as compared to their youngest brother. "A man claiming to be the Duke of Higheart is here?"