Thrilled, I hope. Although exasperated, at times; it isn't particularly easy, I imagine, when your son has magic and you don't. I remember once she wanted to take me to the doctor and I, ah, sealed the door and wouldn't come out.

[He pushes a hand through his hair, vaguely embarrassed.]

In any case. Would you mind showing me some of your poetry at some point? I didn't know you were a poet, to be frank; I'd love to hear some. Read some. Whichever.