[The change does not escape her notice but it does not give her pause either. Morgan's words about Thomas haven't escaped her memory, she's just happy to see him again and delighted at the prospect of more time in his vicinity. It's like she has enough excitement for all three of them!

Speaking of, when he refers to Antoine she gestures for him to come over eagerly. The young man concedes and she starts to introduce him proudly as he bows his head in acknowledgement.]

Antoine, this is a friend. And Thomas, Antoine is one of my finer works of art. I did neglect to mention my other talent of life sculpture.

[Thankfully there isn't many people around them to eavesdrop and even if they did it would sound metaphorical. Sort of.]

He's my plus one of the evening and we've been telling everyone... Ah, what role did we decide on?

[The witch airily lists the parts without a care.]

Distant relative? Student? Lover? Love child?

"We decided that I am your nephew, Miss."

Oh, of course that one.

[Antoine's brows lift showing a hint of humor about his creator's callousness. He's used to it.]