Percy paused, looking at Mauri oddly for a moment before shrugging. "Maybe two or three years," he couldn't remember when he'd come to England again. Not exactly, but it was recently. "Do you find anything remotely charming about this place?" Sure, the roads were paved, lights, no smell of decay in the air as people tossed crap and urine out of pails from window tops.
There were plenty of improvements.
"He is," Percy went on, in answer to Mauri's question. "And a boy..." Not that he could remember the child's name. "Alex has taken a bit of a fancy to him."