Rex watches the other man move about the small house, eyes scanning nearly everything he passed. It was more out of curiosity, as he could smell the subtle scent of garlic and herbs used for poultices that were always present in Hunter dens like this. While he didn't see many visible weapons the room's design told him that they were hidden away. He was going to do his best to ignore them a for now. He had a job that needed to be done.

"I felt the same around my Father. He was a stern man. Often hyper critical of my lack of interest in magical effects. Even though I have great potential I don't like the feel of my magic. It's... Odd. A subversion. I didn't want it but they saved my life." He rubbed at his arms and sighed. "I feel a bit more.. Anger towards him I would say." He takes his tea and sips at it.

There was a lot he didn't know, and because of his father's refusal to talk about things that mattered in the day to day, he had no idea how the Courts worked at all, especially when the Regent refused to listen and even give him anything to work with. He was naught but a child to everyone around him, and it was rather infuriating.