"So you already have a predisposed opinion of me - no matter what I say, it will be of no consequence to you," he observed quietly, watching as she moved towards the door. "You are probably going to need a key for that, Miss Amy."

He sat down on the couch, still regarding her coldly. "I do admit that it's unfortunate for the boy, but my goals are too important to regard something as inconsequential as that. His nightmares, his darkest fears and wishes, fuel the magic." He smiled politely. "But if you would like to help, I wouldn't disagree to it."