Bram looked hesitant. "Will ye promise not to kidnap me?"

"Yes, Bram," what kind of fucking name is that, anyways? "I promise not to kidnap you."

The boy put the broom down, ready to run for it, should the man choose to launch himself at him.

Anthony does many things, but kidnapping children is not one of them. (That one time does not count.) "There we go," he said. "all's good now, yeah?"

Bram nodded, still suspicious. "Why do you live here now?" Back to obnoxious questions then.

Hmm. Maybe he should've just let him hit him over the head with a broom, instead. "Because I do," he said.

"That's not an answer!" Bram complained.

"Yes, it is," Anthony retorted.

"Is not!"

"It is."