"Yeah, he's not so bad." Bobby heard him rummaging about upstairs, wondering whether the woman whom he had paid to tidy up had messed about too much. Whatever, nothing to be done about it now. "Don't be uptight about it. I ain't got a problem with you unless you start one. You make my boy happy enough he wanted to bring you by, so you're doing something right in my book."

He looked Harry over, a little confused by his outfit, but ultimately he simply shrugged. "I figured he'd pick someone with blue eyes. He's always liked that."