He really hoped his daughter wouldn't be this stubborn when she was this age, but somehow he thought it ran on both sides of the family. He was at a bit of a loss of what to say but he perservered.
"All right then, Gabi," he said, lifting one shoulder in a shrug, conceding to her for the moment. This didn't mean he wouldn't be keeping an eye on her--didn't he always try to?--and he rather thought a talk with Harry might go over better. Gabi seemed so full of optimism in something he wasn't sure would go over as well.
"Just so you know," he said and rose from his position near her. He worried over her almost more now than when she wasn't of age. He would be here for her if she needed him--she always had been.
"Let's just try to not give the reporters anything to talk about, yes?" he said, smiling now, taking a lighter tact. "I'm not sure Mum will know what to make of it, and I'll end up in the hotseat there."
His mother might get notions of matchmaking in her head, though, and he didn't want to have to run interference between his mum and his sister-in-law.