She tried not to bore a hole through him, as she watched him explore the living room, mostly looking at books on the shelves.  His hair was still platinum blonde, but the length of it gave her a nasty recollection of his father, Lucius. He was still quite fit, she could see the muscles of his arms as he pulled a book out by its spine, and slid it back in with a long, pale finer. He caught her staring, but only smiled. 