"Yes, yes," he laughs, stepping close and gently lifting his nephew away from his mother, pausing to carefully help untangle curious little fingers from Amy's hair.

It takes a little doing; young Caspian really is fairly industrious.

That done, he lifts the boy up a little to settle him comfortably, looking down at him with a fond smile. "Hello there, my lad. Thee's a mischief, I see."

Which is, he rather thinks, as it ought to be. His namesake ought to be looking for adventure, clearly.