"Good," he said softly. He ran his eyes over him very briefly - but long enough to notice that he was most definitely reacting to his touch. He bit his lip as he turned away, not wishing to push things too quickly. He did seem rather young and ... innocent. Perhaps it was the way he clutched the bear. George would move slowly, if he were to make a move at all.
"The wardrobe is this way," he said, smiling back at him over his shoulder. "It's not far."