"I met that kid," Robin says, mouth stretching into a broad and self-indulgent smile, too wide and too bright. He does remember the man with a face like his own. Not a puck, just close enough for a bit of discomfort.

"He wasn't as handsome as me. You're looking into him? Really? He's clever, but there were some things .. just, you know. Things. That would be a bit of a worry, if it were me. I'm not saying that you should value the same things that I do. Everyone knows best what touches them in the right place, if you get my meaning."

The smile parted to reveal a thin line of white teeth.