Exactly. You find a strange guy in your minor daughter’s bed, it would be odd to invite him for breakfast.
It might take nerves of steel to approach it calmly, that I could grant.
Excuse me. What’s going on here, can you please explain to me?
Guy (probably) Oh we were discussing the movie we saw earlier. Excuse me, gotta go (rushes out door, SLAM)
Daugher (guiltily) Please don’t be angry at me. He really seemed to love me so. Why have I seen so little of that in this house?