Matthew smiled bitterly, and replied to Stephen's condolences, "No, no, it's Di who deserves your pity, really! Not that I want you to approach her with it, naturellement! I mean, she refused to come home, Stephen, even after I told her that Father was far too ill to hurt her-- like that anymore...! It's so horrible to think of her prostituting herself -- I mean, literally selling her body to any man who wants it -- after all she's been through -- sexually< I mean..>!" Even the word "sex" seemed to make Matthew blush -- much less the thoughts on his mind about buying his sister in order to bring her home with him -- and he was qui8c to change the subject back to the wine.
"A five year old Syrah, Stephen? This is quite a high-quality wine! How did you even afford it? I mean, what with losing your job...!" He realised too late that this was an insensitive topic to broach; Stephen very obviously missed his work, after all -- especially to judge by the pile of notes he had brought with him! "I'm sorry! Of course you've no doubt found a profession in the Muggle world that suits you..>!"