[The old man's aged out of the Castle, anyway. He doesn't have to talk the youngbloods' ears off anymore, which is fine by Norton, lessens the awkwardness. But in turn... there's Ash. Just Ash.]

For things like that, you're better off finding an older Blue youngblood. I was too immersed in my studies to give a damn.

[Then he waves a hand.] Besides, everything chaotic back then could be traced back to some Red Court sod or another, and not the Blue.