"That's for me to know and you to ponder." In reality he wasn't certain he could remember every visit he'd had with Orsino and how many had been good, non-cranky visits and which ones had been cranktastic. But he was used to inflicting himself on Orsino and that made him wonder if perhaps the triplets were his cosmic payback... Not that he didn't love them! But they were so utterly wild.
"I wouldn't say pleasure is the feeling they bring up. Perhaps the need to maim you." Like he'd thought earlier, the need to grab him by the ear and put him in the corner for time out. He had a feeling that Myron's mum had put him in time out a lot, like a lot lot, and that it didn't do any good. He wasn't certain he'd ever have wanted to have met Myron when he was primary school age.
"We have magic. Elizabeth doesn't. And since she doesn't she's going to react like anyone who doesn't to such a mess. And that's with anger. Loads and loads of anger." Myron had to know this. He came from a muggle background just like Don did. Perhaps he'd simply forgotten surrounded by magic all the time. Don lived in the muggle world with a wonderful muggle wife raising their children in a very muggle fashion. He wouldn't forget. Ever.
"Don't you sass me, young man," Don bit out before blinking slowly and replaying the words in his head. Did he really just say that? He was his father, it was official. How... lovely.
The little thief grinned amusedly up at Myron as he talked and stuffed the slobber covered sweets in the mouth in front of him with a giggle before pulling his hand back and taking a chocolate from one of the others and popping it in his own mouth happily. He'd shared like a good little boy and that was all that mattered.
"Tasty, innit?" He'd had plenty of soggy, slobbery treats shoved in his mouth before. He had to admit that mushy cookies were terrible as were gnawed on bananas. "At least what you got wasn't nearly as bad as what you could have been given."