Approching his father, Kuriza bowed politely, keeping his gaze to the floor. He did this to first gauge his fathers mood, if it was a good one, they got along quite dandy. "Hello Father, how was your day?"
After an eradication of an entire planet and possibly an entire race, Frieza will sometimes take to silence and be absorbed in his mind for an entire evening. Some might think this is a sign of regret when, in actuality, he's speechless because of the amount of destruction he caused.
The sight and smell of blood -especially blood spilled because of his own doing- is intoxicating.
Yes...he's in a fantastic mood.
"Above average." He smiles to himself. He's looking out a window at the blank expanse of space. It's no secret he's been away for a little while and there's no mystery to what his job is. "What has your day been like?" Normally he wouldn't return the question but this is his son.