The boy had the eyes of his father, but where Lord Malfoy’s eyes were cold and devoid of humanity, his son’s brimmed with it. In having already rendered the Lord and Lady so far, Martin could easily analyze every element of his cherubic little face. The eyes were obvious. But the way the boy tilted his head to look at things, his smile, held the essence of his mother. Even his hair, though the same pale blond of his fathers’, had the lively curls of his mother. Lord Malfoy’s hair was always neat and short, moving but rarely. The Little Lord’s hair was past his ears, frequently falling across his face, prompting him to push it away as he was doing now.