There was a small frown at being called grandson. Still too new for Sefton to be comfortable with it, when the man in front of him was practically a complete stranger.

"Means trying to find out if I'm wrong isn't worth it," he mumbled. Even if he was wrong in some remote case, it would do no one any good for him to get used to it. The vast majority of his life had proven itself toward him being right, anyway.