Arrow Lake dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot

Cortland thought that he should have expected the question, but somehow he hadn't. Phocion was quite to the point— it was uncomfortable, being prodded so, but the boy found it strangely exhilarating as well. The man was interested in knowing him, that must have been the reason for his questioning. The warm glow softened whatever discomfort had been rising— he only paused a few beats before answering.
The truth. The Mayfair's glinting moon eyes followed Phocion's towards the sky. About my father— about my family and their history in this land. The Mayfairs. And now it was out— it had been different with the girl, Wraen; surprise had dominated his feelings about it, then. Now, though, his origins felt like a secret he should guard. He glanced back at the stark male, watching for his reaction.