Charles nodded, a gesture of understanding. "Well, if you have a hundred children and a hospital full of supernatural beings who act like children, I expect you've got a fuckload on your mind." He smirked for a moment, folding the newspaper and tucking it under his arm.

"You should take a leaf from my book, Bossman. No worries, except the morning's headline." It wasn't strictly true, but Charles shrugged.

"So what's up, the teenage one still kicking off?"