Terence slowly smiled at her though with a hint of wickedness that was so very him too. Early on he might have prodded her to get a rise from her, but now he riled her up out of love and teasing, never to be mean. She was unlike anyone else he'd ever known and even more so that she was the mother of his children. She was feisty and could keep up with him, giving as good as she got and he never wanted her to change in that regard.
"It should be a life goal to not do that," he said back with a smirk. He leaned forward, the Quidditch gear lax in his hands. "That's good. A night to yourself. What a novel prospect." Terence set things aside and stood, moving forward. "Well now, I think I could do that. I wouldn't mind the company either. And definitely better than my broom, I think," he said retorted with a wicked smirk.