A sudden anger flared in Theodore, white and bright and hot. "Does he mistreat you?" He asked, the chill in his voice a counterpoint to the heat of his anger. "Hurt you? I know ways of hurting back. Dark ways, but I don't fear using them, not if it will keep you safe," he said, stroking Jamie's back. "Not him...not your father. They will not...I will not allow them to hurt you, Jamie."