Goyle frowned when she spoke. There was a part of him that worried about what she thought he was up to when he came home late, or left in the evening, and he wondered if she knew what he got up to. More importantly, he wondered what she would say about it. Not that he needed her approval to be one of the Dark Lord's followers, but it would certainly make life easier for all of them if she did.
"I don't want you to mention me not being home often in public anymore," he told her, putting his hand gently on little Gregory's head and grinning. "Its no one's business what goes on here except our own."