Dawn stays silent, watching the interaction between Malcolm and his father calmly. Martin meanwhile makes a soft 'pfffffffft' noise and rolls his eyes.

"Fine, fine. Let's talk about something neutral, work perhaps? Have you had any fun murder cases lately?" He asks and then lifts a brow at Dawn. "You don't mind talking about such things, do you my dear?"

"Not at all, Malcolm and I often discuss his work at home."

"At...home?" Martin looks at his son, "Are you two living together? My goodness, it IS serious."