"Will is young," the Rider responds sympathetically.

The Rider's lips twitch at James's question--towards a smirk or scowl, whose to say? Whatever it is, he manages to keep it from fully manifesting itself.

"No, I won't tell your father. I am afraid that I am not, and haven't been for awhile, in a situation that would allow me to leave the bar and see him. A shame, really. Your father was delightful to do business with."