Darling Miss Jones,
Don't be fooled by the juggernaut owl or the stolenborrowed parchment! This is Fabian, not Gideon, sorry to get your hopes up, please try and contain your profound disappointment and get your heart rate back to normal.
We have a problem. Namely that you've turned my brother into a bibbling, grinning idiot (bibbling is obvs. a word) and I feel it's high time you and I had that talk that always crops up in stories. So:
What, Miss Jones, are your intentions for my brother? He is angelic and a saint from what you've probably seen of him so far, you have no idea, hah hah and a precious, precious flower. Do be gentle.
Most seriously yours in fraternal concern,
Fabian T. Prewett (the cooler one)