"Merlin’s saggy tits!" he yelped as he spun around, raising his fists in the air protectively. "Stay back," he warned, though neither of the two fellows who had entered the room looked threatening, exactly. They looked a bit silly, actually, wearing very tight purple uniforms which left very little to the imagination. The older one, the one who had spoken, had streaks of silver running through what had undoubtedly been dark black hair once upon a time. He was smiling, but his face looked worn, like he was wearing decades worth of stress on his skin.