My dragon. [Anne corrects, but her voice is musical, almost like she may laugh. She does not wish to argue either, and she's still not sold on the notion.]

He seems to be.... back to himself. [She makes a duck face as she looks down at Tad Cooper, cooing at him while he just chills out on her boob.]

It was the strangest thing. I don't know if you noticed-- there was so much going on. But it seemed like-- he was aware-- or... Oh, I don't know. I'm glad I got him away from Angus' clutches though. Richard would return to haunt me if I hadn't, I'm sure of it.