Faustus frowned thoughtfully. "Well, I'd agree with that in terms of physical stuff but the rest, personality and such, I think is up to us. We are what we want to be." Not that he'd object to having a bit of his father's personality. The man had some guts and smarts to fool Voldemort like that. He paused and grinned. "Though to be honest, I wouldn't mind having a bit more flesh on the bones. Winter might not be such a chore."
"I agree," he said with a groan. He was sure he was frozen through. "And lead on. I need to thaw out and dry out before I consider doing anything else. I might even beg the use of your couch for the night if possible. Once I stop and warm up, it's going to be difficult to move I think."