"Actually, they've taken a bit of a shine to me, I think. Or one of them has. I thought he didn't like me at first but..." But as it turned out, the goat liked him. He liked him a lot--in fact, he seemed to think that Peyton was some kind of attractive lady goat. Davis had learned that the hard way when he'd bent over to try and collect a few of the food buckets. He wouldn't make that mistake again. "So there is that..."
He lead his sister into the apartment and gestured for her to have a sit down on the sofa. He was happy that she understood why he'd given up a promising job at the Ministry to work as Aberforth Dumbledore's goat boy. No one else seemed to think there was an ounce of sense to his decision but so long as Tracey didn't care, neither did he.