Alexander spun around, his anger replaced by fear. "Uncle Fabian."

His uncle stepped into the room, his dark curly hair mussed, one hand in his trouser pocket. "Are you giving the human a hard time?"

"No, Uncle. I just came to see the baby."

Fabian smirked. "Of course you did. And what are you supposed to be doing?"

Alexander bit his lip, but when his uncle asked again, his tone sterner, he answered, "I'm to do my lessons, sir."

"Then tell the baby ...