"You asked, and well, if it sells, and it's paying the bills, who am I to say they can't be made?"
At the mention of being reckless, he really could have told him a hell of a lot more. But how did you just tell an Auror that you dined with the Lestranges, set off deadly viruses and dragged your new wife to near death and then end off by killing people from a broom in battle. Recklessness was one thing, but a bit of a quiet life was truly what he craved right now.
"If you think I'm telling a member of the constabulary about my reckless behaviour, you've got another thing coming. I have no desire to see the inside of your prison in the near future. I'm a respectable publican now," he replied, his head held high and his chest puffed out. "I have to show a good face to the community." Ok, so that was complete bullshit.
But then he snorted in amusement. "Yes, better go off chasing scum of the earth, and leave your friends alone," he winked.
"But seriously," he said for a moment as he leaned back in his chair. "The pub does take up a lot of time, more than I ever thought, and I am only now just realising how much work it was for Rosie."