The hand around Debi's waist tightened into a fistfull of her jumper, but he kept the look on his face utterly benign. "Indeed," he said, not indicating just what he was referring to before he turned to Debi. "She's adopted Junior like one of her own from the moment we brought her home. I imagine she won't be in our room at night any longer at all, now she's got her sister to bunk up with."