Drat! Ensnared before he could get away, Rodolphus was forced to lean forward and press a kiss to his mother-in-law wife's mother's cheek. He wasn't particularly squeamish about his and Bellatrix's age difference, but he did remember a certain bouncy young first year, and that was unsettling. "Druella," and he pulled away as quickly as feasible, an exceptionally awkward sort of smile tugging at the corners of his mouth before he abandoned all efforts to be personable and returned to his normal sullen expression.
He was hoping they'd make it to the dinner table before Druella brought up pregnancy.