Very glad that he was able to get off the subject of the not-date, maybe-date topic and consequently the offensive jumper.
He ran a hand through his hair and sipped at his tea. But when his daughter spoke, Neville choked on his tea. "What? Really?"
Neville beamed at his daughter and stood up to walk towards her. "That's brilliant darling, I'm so proud of you!" He gave her a huge hug even though she squirmed at the show of affection. "Alright, alright... where is this job then?"