Tom huffed. "Very well. Let me think." His attention turned inwards, and his mouth moved a few times, like he was practicing. Eventually, he spoke. "This is the horrible east London accent I grew up with. Are you satisfied now you know I grew up sounding like a poor street urchin?" The words were all Tom, but the pronunciation was completely different. In place of Tom’s usual crisp, melodic cadence was a foreign song, all dropped H’s and R’s, something strange happening with his T’s and U’s.