It did sound odd to hear her say thanks. "I don't hear it much, but I usually keep your mouth occupied in other ways." He shook his head at his forwardness. "I can't help it. I get all cheeky when you're around. I have missed that."
"Massimo?" he repeated, filing the name away. "Did you go back to Italy? I took you to Rome last year."
When she said 'scar', he couldn't help but look. But she was trying to hide it, and he didn't ask to see it. "Well if you remember more, tell me. I'd like to pay this Massimo a visit. What sort of bastard hexes a beautiful woman?"
He could see the concern as she looked down at her papers, and heard her say her name. "And my surname is Bletchley. Miles Bletchley."
He nodded, glad she wasn't going to try and apparate. He didn't want to have her splinched. "You'll remember soon enough," he said with a smile as he put his hand firmly on her waist. Being so close he remembered the scent of her hair, but he had to focus.
A moment later he felt the crack of the apparition as they landed in the entrance hall of Bletchley Manor. "Welcome to my humble home."