"Wonderful. We'll set something up for the next time you have Lucy, yeah?" Christopher would be delighted; he'd had a lot of fun with Lucy at the park and had asked Lisa about a playdate. "And really, a Harry Potter exhibit? What does he have to say about that?" She didn't know Potter, but she couldn't fathom why he'd allow such a thing, unless the tabloids were to be believed about his fame-whore status.
There was definitely a story there, she thought, but forced herself not to ask the questions. If he wanted to tell her, he would. "I'm sure your mother is happy for extra time with Lucy. That's the only thing I regret about bringing Christopher here; that my grandparents can't spend more time with him. They're coming for Christmas though, so that's only two months from now." It was a very obvious gambit had moving the subject away from his family, but she hoped it would be appreciated.
Oh, and there he went being adorable again. She really did like a man who blushed; it was refreshing. "We shall." She'd been excited about this part. There was nothing quite like a good massage, and it had been ages since she'd had a proper one. "And don't worry, I'll try not to peek."