"I'll say." That did bring on a smirk for a moment, much as he hated the reminder. One had to get used to father issues if they were as pronounced as his were. Might as well be upfront about it, with some people. "My father. I'm disowned."

He finished his coffee and crossed the room to head for the sink. "You teach politics?" It wasn't actually a question. He remembered it, he'd read through the website once and his memory kind of had an issue with getting rid of information sometimes. "Seems like it would be interesting. Social experiment, at least."

With the kind of anarchy teenagers seemed to be prone to.