Ronin's responses clearly showed that he was finding this difficult, but Bastien could see that he was trying and more than that, succeeding at slowly crawling his way out of the hole he'd found himself in. "You're welcome." He smiled, thinking it was a good idea now to change the topic before Ronin cried - he'd felt it was important to say something, but time with friends was meant to be a relief.
"Oh, I will. Believe me, there is nothing more I want now - I never did, yet now I have Rexanna...suddenly I crave the family life. My father would laugh." They'd always disagreed on how life should be lived, Bastien preferring the wild sex and drugs lifestyle of his hedonistic art houses and his father wanting him to live a traditional set of wife, children, steady work.
"Of course, I don't know if..or how it will happen. The traditional method won't work." Hopefully chatting about his own potential future children could be more of a distraction to Ronin than salt in the wounds. "We will have to speak to The Voice...ah. A rather taboo subject for you, hm?"
