He stares at her for a moment, then rubs his stubble with a hand before his lips curve into a small smile.

"Well played," he finally admits. "I figured you were grilling me to see if you'd let me see him. But there you go, effectively got me to sing about my peril without anything to give back. A+."

He looks up at then, wondering if there are some hidden cameras in the premises. There probably are.

"Ghost, do a scan for me. Cameras, wireless, hot spots."

"Yes, dad."

The circle of light that's been hidden under his sleeve slips out and shoots out of the door.