"We'll just agree to disagree on how pervasive the definition of regret is," Mo grinned as he shrugged one shoulder. She didn't agree, but she generally got the idea that Mo wished he hadn't said anything about West. Not that he hadn't meant it, not that he was really unhappy with himself, just that he wished he hadn't said it.

Another thing he wished he hadn't said? That he wanted to be a good person. That was ammunition Olly could run all the way to Gringott's with. Mockery for years to come, probably. Mo smirked a little too, in anticipation of the ribbing that was to come. "No, I don't think I'm a particularly good person, but I'm trying. You have to live with yourself, y'know?"

Mo leaned back on his hands and glanced up at the flickering sconce over Olly's head. This was one of the weirdest, twistiest, most backwards conversations he had ever had. "I already said. You make me feel boring. And I find that now that the novelty has worn off, I don't fancy it. D'you want to go have an adventure with me, or do you want to stay here and spin your wand?"