"If this scroll does indeed hold the keys I think it does, I'll definitely help you as far as your own studying goes. After all, the more of us off the books, the better." Blaise raised his glass in a mock toast, taking a sip of the cognac.
"How is Nathaniel, by the way? Progressing as well as he ought to be for his age?" Blaise was never particularly fond of children, especially not babies. He often wondered how he'd fare in coping with raising one, when that time came. On that end he simply hoped to find a woman with very strong maternal instincts who wouldn't mind caring for the child on her, with minimal input from him.