There was no way Chris was going to shoot down any of Simon's suggestions. He wanted the guy to stay close, not chase him away. Besides, reaching into a bag of crumbs could be exactly what Chris needed to veil his nervousness at the possibility of PDA. Chris hated that he felt so self-conscious and hoped that it was just his lack of public experience and not the words of his father that were making him hang back.
Chris listened as Simon talked about his family. Up until a few months ago Chris would have been as open with his background as Simon was being. Not that there was anything to hide about who his parents were, it was more what they obviously expected him to be. While Chris suspected his mother didn't care so much, it still hurt that she had supported his father's position.
When the other boy mentioned the hotel chain Chris didn't flinch. He knew that someone had to own it. What he found curious was that both of the jobs seemed to be exclusively Muggle. Yes, the wizarding world had architects, but they usually didn't work in London unless they were at the Ministry. "So, you're a Muggleborn?" Chris questioned never having really paid much attention to the blood status of anyone in his house, not that it mattered. It was just a curious fact and something that would keep them from talking about Chris' family for the moment.
"Not that it matters," he quickly countered as he floundered against the possibility that the question could be misconstrued. "Um, I guess. When you live in town it doesn't seem to change that much." He shrugged hoping, no begging the forces above, that he'd not offended. "Then again the city is so big I don't think anyone ever truly sees all of it."