"Food, Ogden's, and one of my favourite Slytherins." he said with a smile as he motioned her to follow him into the living room. The flat itself was modest compared to what he was used to but it was home since leaving Azkaban. He looked over his shoulder as he led them through the small flat to the living room. "She is good, a very happy little girl right now. She has mum and dad wrapped around her little finger." Even his voice lightened when he spoke of his daughter. She was his whole world and she really did have him wrapped around her finger.
He sat the glasses he had retrieved from the kitchen earlier on the table and pulled out the bottle of whiskey, looking at her. "The real question is, are you alright?" He had never known Daphne to be so fragile or upset, it seemed like something major had happened and he couldn't figure out what it was. "You didn't need me to come and see you to talk about my daughter." he wouldn't pry but he was worried.