Once upon a time an awkward conversation like this, between brothers, would have made Erskine's heart lurch. Not now. Not with so much bad blood between them. In fact, Erskine was pretty sure this was going better than he'd actually hoped. No one was yelling or shooting or trying to kill anyone else.

That was what made his heart lurch this time. The knowledge that this kind of conversation was the best he could have hoped for.

"I'll also have to explain why he's regressed to an English poof," he replied with a shrug. "If he's not trying to kill me. I'm not getting my hopes up."