He watches them too. And there is a terribly keen edge of longing in both his expression and his tone. God, he wishes he could tell them. But Piotr is impossible, and he couldn't ask his grandmother to keep such a thing from him. No, he's gone over this in his mind too many times already. He shakes his head sadly.

"No," he murmurs. "Piotr would ... god. I can't see any good outcome there. At absolute best, he believes me - and he's utterly horrified by what I am."