"You're right," Antonin said with a sigh. "They are as thick as thieves."
He held out his arms to Morag, "Have I been playing this too much the game, with concerns for chivalry and old-style rules of honor?"
"Your mention of children gives me cause to question myself; to look at everything I do and have done, to see how it measures up. You are so much better than I, dear lady. I'm afraid I will come up badly in the comparison, one day."
"And Tom Riddle was generally a pompous prat, even in the days of the Knights of Walpurgis. One day, he grew up to be a homicidal prat. He could be entertaining to listen to occasionally, though."