"That's all right. She's never thought much of me, either," Neville told him with a slight grin. He took Xenophilius' hand, shaking it firmly. Neville knew his grandmother loved him, but she was so stern and disapproving. Even now. He treasured every instance of expressed approval or pride.
He looked back and forth between the pair, then grinned a little bit more widely. "Of course. I can't think of anyone better."