"Hmph!" The way she harrumphs is reminiscent of Bertie when he's in a snit. You can't be raised by someone and not pick up a few of their mannerisms. "Shall I, indeed? Well, it's good he hasn't gotten himself into any further trouble than this." Agatha gestures to the room around them, and lets a little note of fondness for her idiot nephew bleed into her voice.

"I was in London before arriving here. I'd been there for less than a week." She'd been planning to stay for the month. "And you never did uncomplicate your relationship with my nephew, boy. What are you to him?" Don't think she forgets or lets things go, Ienzo.