Neville listened and watched as his heartbeat continued to slow, but his brain still worked. Smiling at his son and hoping the colour on his own face wasn't too high, he listened to Hannah speak... of having Minerva over too for dinner. Neville loved his daughter, very much... but she's far less subtle than Frankie is. His stomach just about dropped when he heard the suggestion but kept his mouth shut and kept smiling.
When Frankie had gone upstairs, he listened for the door to shut and went over to where Hannah was standing, holding her a little bit again and laughing somewhat. "Have you gone nutters? With Minerva here... she's got bloodhound skills like Gran did!" Even though something did happen, Neville didn't know exactly what right then, but he wanted to find out if it could continue. But still, not the best of ideas to tell the kids if something was going to happen.
His expression softened though and he smiled at Hannah. "You were... well, saying something?" He bit his lip and couldn't help a grin from spreading across his face. "Sorry, it feels like years ago, almost getting caught like that." He gulped and hoped Hannah would continue what she was saying before the creaky stair wrecked havoc once more.