Loras had always been a small boy, and he still was. Standing there now, he looked seventeen at the most, especially grinning the way that he did. Instead of finishing the tea, Loras turned off the stove for the time being as this was much more interesting.
"Come on, I'll show you," he said, gesturing for him to follow him through the house. He didn't talk about magic as magic had not been a very good force in his life so far. It had done nothing but killed the man he loved and nearly killed him here as well.