"Dude, I basically barely manage disapproving in his presence. No way in hell." Besides, by the time he'd come to dinner - and the rest of the family had met him - the ring had been on her finger. It'd metaphorically been there for months, really; Zoe was head over heels but good.

"...Yeah," he says softly, pulling a face as he watched them. Not much to be done if Victor did. Dillon sure as hell couldn't best him in a fight.