Perplexed, "But why trolls? Of all the races in mythology to pique one's interest, you must admit that trolls are among the most unlikely."
He considers this. "Not really. I didn't shake hands with death because he realized I no longer served him--quite the reverse, in fact. And I can't say power's ever interested me much--not power beyond the everyday freedoms, at any rate. As for the research facilities... I suppose there was an association there, but a tenuous one."
"John? Yes, exactly like dogs, only... more subtle, more work, and less sane." He snorts slightly in amusement, although it's Luke he's thinking of. "Just so." Grimacing slightly, "He died as he wished to, the melodramatic little fool." This is regretful rather than heated. "I suppose he wanted to prove to everyone that he was his brother's brother after all. Can't think why." This isn't entirely true, but he really does not like to think about the Thing with Reg and James Potter. At all.