Roger snorted at Harry's face as his hair was ruffled. "Sorry mate, something about your hair makes me want to just muss it." He smiled in what he knew was an extremely winning fashion, just to make sure there were no hard feelings. "Apparently she was great-grandfather's favourite child, and he wanted her to inherit the family business so to speak. She ran off and married my grandfather instead, it was quite scandalous apparently."
He laughed. "I suppose you have, and believe me. You're not boring me or playing the poor-me card. But if you want to talk about something else we can? How's your godson?"