"Then perhaps I'll squeeze a visit in between practice next week," Terence said with a nod. Tracey's offer for a signing was tempting, but Terence had never really enjoyed that aspect of the league. He just wanted to play Quidditch and live his life, he didn't enjoy making nice with the press, he didn't like doing extra fundraisers for the hospital, and he didn't like taking photos with fans. Mostly it was because Terence hated pretending to care about things that didn't matter to him. But a signing would be good for the public, he was sure that Astoria approved. He'd just need to make sure it could fit into is schedule before he made a commitment.
"I wouldn't say it's impossible," he said with a shrug. "I'm not entirely sure about the particulars about what transpired between them, nor do I care to think about Montague's way with women, but a woman like Astoria would make any man properly earn her affection," Terence said. It wasn't a personal dig at Tracey-- it was merely a comment on Astoria. Regardless, Terence was relieved that things hadn't worked out between the two of them, even if it had caused his cousin heartache. "I think women possess an innate gift when when it comes getting men to do what they want, especially when a man needs something from her, as in your case," he added.
"As I've never been married, I hardly know how a married woman could go about enjoying herself," Terence replied. His voice was teasing, but his words were mostly serious. As much as he disliked Montague, Terence couldn't entirely encourage Tracey into too much mischief of scandal. And he certainly wasn't going to be known as the sort of man who encouraged married women to behave badly. "My mother often held teas at our home when I was growing up, dinner parties for friends and family, charity events. Am I helping?" he asked, arching a brow.