Miles didn't know why the thought of her having to leave the manor wasn't sitting as well as he had hoped. As much as he enjoyed his peace and quiet, she was settling in far too well. Why weren't the warning alarms going off?
"It's just too surreal to even think about something as ludicrous as grandchildren, Daphne, and I can't believe you've given it thought." He was shaking his head in good humour. "With any luck, Liam will grow up like his old man, and be far too happy being single, unattached and enjoying the high life to want to even think about any of his own kids."
He was laughing now at her questions. "I suppose they could be. My mother was blonde, but Dad had black hair." He shrugged, it was just a silly game. "They'd be damn fine at quidditch, that's for sure, and very, very Slytherin."
There was a sigh of relief to hear that Liam would be okay. "I'm glad. I couldn't imagine him having any permanent damage." After all, it was entirely his fault, so that would be unbearable.