Miguel shook Arcturus' hand with a smile, stepping inside when he was invited, and was about to accept the offer of a drink when Sirius appeared. ...And clearly thought he was a new arrival. His own non-existing sister, perhaps? He didn't quite get the glare at Arcturus, though. And the bow was pretty fancy.
"I'm fine, thank you," he replied, "but you don't have to call me 'ma'am'. It's me, Miguel." Arcturus' insistence that he cushion things for the little boy flitted through his memory as he spoke, so he just shrugged a little. "I just got caught up in some sort of spell, so I look like this for the moment. It'll wear off soon enough."