Gran would probably be elated that Neville had a girl over, nevermind that it was Hannah. Which wasn't to say that she wasn't a girl and pretty and very nice, but that she was, well... she was his friend.
And even if he liked her that way there were plenty of other blokes she'd probably be more interested in anyway.
"Not at all," came Neville's short answer. He gestured to the plate of quickly diminishing apple crumble. "Last bite's yours, Hannah."