"Guess so? He looked the same when I was seven as when I was 19 as he did now. Not that he remembers anything other than my seven year old self here." But she couldn't exactly fault him for that. It wasn't his fault he was pulled in, even if he did make her wait a hell of a lot longer than five minutes. "Mine's hanging about here somewhere, not being a bellboy or what have you. Between the bow tie, the suspenders and the tweed jacket, he's pretty easy to spot. Pretty tall. Good looking in an odd sort of way."