[ That's right, neither of them have really had a chance to sit, size each other up, take note of habits or quirks. Just a cursory, surface reading, and a whole lot of judgments based on hearsay when it came to their unique talents. I don't really know him, Harry thinks to himself. Followed up, with the usually not that I want to yeah right ha ha. Hah.

Maybe you ought to get him drunk sometime and see for yourself, John. ]

... are you Catholic? [ It's a very sudden question, but all Harry can remember is the way the man bowed his head over that girl and how private a moment that was. He'd felt like an intruder, and remembered John's reaction. A bone-chillingly direct death threat, and Harry didn't doubt him for a moment. ] I do my own taxes anyways. I can tie my own shoes too. Why, you want me to file all your paperwork?