Yes, Clarus was trying to keep him in the dark. At this age he knew Regis would be dealing with the defeat at Accordo, more than likely, and he didn't need their future failures weighing on his mind as well. Let the young man have as much of a good time here as he could.

"Yes, of course," he recalled at the words, shaking his head at his groggy alcohol-clouded memory. Of course they'd met. Then Gladio had promptly switched houses with Clarus, so they didn't know one another well.

"And my daughter, Iris," he noted, scanning the room until he found her chatting with some folks closer to the bar itself. "They're both more than I could have ever hoped for." There was true pride and affection in his voice as he watched his daughter, a content look in his eyes.