Haunted Wood into a dream within a dream

He had expected an air of disliking to settle between the two of them yet his father only stared and studied, an unreadable expression on his face. Finally the man spoke and he snorted, as if fish would ever be satisfying for him. Disgusting slimy things. "Nope. Something far better than fish. Women, there are so many that take so little encouragement to lift their tails" he spoke without a thought to how rude it was to speak of women in such a way, they weren't around so why should he hold his tongue? "So far no broad from here pays me any mind but I'm thinking of keeping pleasure separate from business, business being here, the pack. Doesn't faze me any" he talked with intentional casualness, like nothing he said was out of the normal for a son to say to his father.