Warren's feathers prickled behind him, and his eyes narrowed a little.

"I'm inheriting the company, whether I like it or not. These things don't run themselves, you know."

Seriously, could he just donate it to Xavier's School when his father inevitably got himself killed and run away to Glacia without looking back?

"... And anyhow, I might not stay here for a second year. Something might come up, before then."