There was something so young, an insecurity that he rarely saw in Alastor. "She can be very confusing," he said, warmly. "But she's... content, most of the times."
He chuckled. "Not that way, yet, for now? I've heard better answers from sixth years."
Albus stared at the man for a few moments. "If this is what you want, don't let the order, the war, Tom, or whatever else stop you. Second chances are rare, and you're getting one. Now, I think I have to continue with my preparation and I'm sure dinner will be ready for you soon. Enjoy your evening, Alastor."