He sighed softly, shaking his head and glancing off to the side across the small but thriving garden. Eventually he relented and raised both hands in surrender.

"If it is what you want, and you think it is best, I will go along with it. I cannot promise to be pleased about having people in my home when it is supposed to be a personal sanctuary, nor can I share your optimism in that people will even bother coming. However, I will attempt to have a good time. Only do not be disappointed when it does not turn out as you seem to believe it will. It is one thing to publicly snub me, it is entirely another to disrespect you. I will not tolerate that."