Morag smiled at Antonin, feeling something funny and warm and gooey inside. Probably indigestion, she decided, ignoring it. She was not going to admit to being mushy!
She lifted her hands to show her lack of understanding about it. 'Somehow, he thinks you were comparing him to his grandfather. I told him that wasn't possible because I've heard you talk about the man. But that's the impression he got. And he doesn't think you respect Percy,' she added.
'I know!' she admitted, shaking her head. 'I told him about that, but he was a little out of it, I guess. Honestly, I think he thinks you were cavalier about what he called....oh, I forgot what he called it. I assured him you weren't. I even told him about your mother and sisters, just to drive it home.' She frowned. 'He seems a little thick-headed, but that might have been because he was still in the Shack....' she commented.