"Bloody 'ell," Jasper looked up at the mansion as they walked up, strolling along behind the teenager who was being a complete berk and going on about how he was his father and bla bla bla. Jasper couldn't care less as long as he got to go in this place. He could only imagine what he could nick. When he had woken up, he had thought he'd be seeing bars, seeing as he passed out while running from the coppers, but no. No, he woke up to be escorted to a mansion. Fair enough. He missed Horace, of course, but he supposed the man was getting on well enough where ever he was. He'd get in touch soon.
"Da-Jasper!" Ben had been trying to get his father's attention to no avail, the slightly older man looking around rather than at him. It was annoying, to say the least, not to mention the fact that every time some attractive woman walked by he had to see his father-albeit younger-make eyes at them. It was gross.
"Wot do ya want?" He finally snapped, looking at the young man, "Wot?"
"Come on," Ben grabbed Jasper's arm and tugged him inside, "Mum! We're here!"
George appeared and smiled at the pair, seeming alright with this change, waving, "Hello, chaps! Ben, is it?" He was cheerful, "And Jasper! Hello!" He offered his hand, which Jasper looked at.
"'oo are you?" He questioned, standing up and squaring off his shoulders.
"Why, I'm George. Prince George, I suppose, is the full title!" George replied, and Jasper blinked.
"Blimey. Royalty?" He looked to Ben who shrugged and went in to say hello to his mother, smiling at her as he came in.
"Looking fit, mum, if you don't mind me saying," He joked as he walked in, sitting down, Jasper entering with George, looking a bit dumbstruck. Obviously he was still a bit taken aback by royalty, even when young. However, when Jasper saw Rebecca, he smiled a little, taking off his hat and walking towards her with a sly grin.
"Oh, and 'oo's this, then? Can't be Rebecca, could it?" He'd be so lucky, he added mentally with a smirk.