After Mr. Dalton had heard everything, including how Andrew became a true alpha, he was silent. Aster was shaking slightly while Andrew had finished his scotch in one large gulp. He would normally never treat scotch in such a way, but he needed to burn of it going down his throat to remain grounded.
He was telling himself it was not in a bad way, but there was a part of him that was also telling him to avoid drinking any more alcohol after this. He was probably going to listen to that part of him too.
The sigh that left Mr. Dalton's lips made Andrew flinch. He sounded so disappointed that Andrew wasn't sure what to make of it. Mr. Dalton leaned forward, reaching out to put his full glass of scotch on the table in front of them, took Andrew's empty glass from his hand and did the same. He then turned to Andrew and pulled the man close, squeezing him tightly.
"Your Mother is going to kill me when I die." He muttered and Andrew flinched.
