Being careful exactly what he revealed was starting to take a toll on him; he had been out of practice considering how open his employer and her family typically were. When he spent time with them it almost was like he could allow himself to forget exactly who he was and what he had dealt with in exchange for being just another throwback to a bygone era. Of course, knowing his aunt was back in town was enough to remind him to keep his wits sharpened.
Regarding the enemies Izzy Rose McGillis had, Mordred was not in a position to speak of them openly. He knew it had something to do with their time in England and certain sympathies they held, but all he cared about was keeping them safe and sound. "It seems to be what I'm good at, and when all is said and done we all have a tendency to fall back into old patterns when seeking comfort."
Personally, he hadn't thought that the baby's name was all that odd, but considering her mother's name was Twila he wasn't one to judge. "It's quite theatrical, is it not?" Dramatic even, the type of name one gave a child hoping they could live up to it, as almost an impetus for them to succeed. "I would say it definitely it the times, what with parents naming children after characters in books and movies. They do perform, from time to time, and I'm sure they could be hired if you have an event in mind." He wondered what she was getting at, knowing that any interest Morgan showed could be too much.
The deftness with which she changed the subject was incredible. He hoped one day to be able to keep up with her.