Antonin shook his head briefly at what Morag had to say. "I think I used my standard line about my past life, something about knowing the man when I was a different man."
"To be honest, dear lady, I don't respect Percy. I've never had much use for those that value rules over people. I know his childhood was not ideal, but he's let it sour him on life in general."
"Still," Antonin sighed, "he means much to you, so I shall try to behave myself around him in the future. If only he weren't so stiff, it wouldn't bring out the schoolboy in me."
"As to young Master Vaisey, if you can get him over his misapprehension, I shall do the same. I'll leave you to hammer things through his thick skull. No thicker than mine, no doubt," he finished with a sharp laugh.