[He knew his mom spoke from experience, even if he hadn't been exposed to a lot of it. Vastra had been careful and peculiar in what she'd exposed her boys to. Being drawn into that hug had him tensed for a moment but-- but it was his mom. And she'd been nothing but lovingly stern and wonderful and never overly strict without a deserved apology after. Still, she was quite tall, matched in height with him and he tightened the embrace he held round her]

I think I've got a great guide.

[Some may have had misgivings about his adoption with Vastra, but they were all dead wrong. And possibly also dead. The lips on his forehead may be cool, but he knew that she was warm where it counted, and he would always be willing to warm her should need be.]

I will protect him, though. But first we really should speak with Mr Odinson and Adele. I don't think I'm dressed for any sort of training.