"It's Alexander. I don't have to compensate for wobbling around like a giraffe on a bicycle though," he says, pointing at his sister.

"I think the wobbling around part is taken care of quite nicely with the cane."

"Well, yeah, so she's overcompensating a little."

"I look precisely as dommy as I care to."

"Jesus, you look at her like she created the world."

"Oh, please. I'd do a better job."

He laughs. "I look at her like she'd do a better job at creating the world."

"All right, I stand corrected."

"You've known her for longer, do you disagree with that assessment?"

"Nah."

"Given that she didn't, however, it's up to us to fix the mess," he sighs.

"Fortunately we are very magic."

"Mmhm! And we're gonna stay around for a good, long while."

"For ever and ever."

Watch him gaze at her in a metaphorically nauseatingly adoring way!

"Okay so besides worshiping my sister what do you like to do!" says Alex loudly.

"Reading and watching musicals and singing and playing with magic and rescuing people from misery and trying to figure out an angle on the scalability of immortality though this last part won't be much more than idle musings until I actually have a good grip on making anyone at all immortal."

"Resucing people from misery? Like that one creep?"

"So far the one creep is the single instance of this, yes. Also I wouldn't quite say I 'like doing it,' it's closer to 'cannot help but do it.' And that's not entirely accurate, either."

"So, what would be?"

"Hmm... It is distressing to see someone else in distress and my first, instinctive reaction to that is figuring out why they're distressed and what I can do to help. I can shut that instinct down, but it takes a conscious effort of will to do so."

"And the creep's the first distressed person you've met?"

"...yes."

"Uh. How'd that happen?"