[ The Sir is very polite. So's the bow. He's very nearly impressed, what with the ruin all the other kids are making of his living room at the moment.

(It should be My lord, frantically prostrated before divinity, et cetera, but again the dissonance is funny to him. He feels like a neighborhood dad playing chaperone. Incredible.) ]

Reasonable mistake. Paul sent you up here, eh?

[ He turns away, Togepi still in his arms, and then he beckons Falco after him. The distant wailing has cut off, and now all they have between them is the thud of music from downstairs. ]

This room's not up for grabs, sorry to say. [ He spreads a hand absentmindedly towards the king bed, the books, the pressure of a very spooky and important room. ] But I can walk you there. Gives me another minute to bond with this little guy.