Well, perhaps whom he would become, at least. Though much softer, less violent. Emotional, yes, but less grandstanding.

He nodded and sipped his tea, letting out a relaxed sigh.

Alastor's cup had been placed before him and milk and sugar were near the saucer, just in case.

|| Which boy? :)

"Mm, well... I have a harpsichord, here at home," Pendleton admitted, "It's a bit worn but I've fixed it up so it plays alright. Would you like to see it?"