He could tell he had screwed up when he saw her smile. It wasn't the type of tight smile of someone sorting through information, but as close to a genuine smile as he believed his aunt to be capable of. Before he could attempt to determine how he had played into her hands she was speaking again. "Of course, I'll pass them along. She's thrilled by the birth." It was about as close to small talk as they'd probably ever get.
The raised eyebrow, oddly, set him at ease as he settled back in his seat. "It surprises me to see the way parents let their daughters parade around, I feel like finding one you and mother would approve of is a difficult task."
He grinned slightly, "I mean I'm not Galahad, finding the perfect woman isn't my holy grail. However, I do prefer when you and mother are happy." And out of my hair... he silently added. "Do let me know if you find something, then."
For some reason hearing her ask about Twila's child made Mordred feel oddly warm as he began speaking. "Girl, Cherie Isabella Elizabeth Rose. You haven't, they're somewhat eccentric. Musicians." It's the simplest explanation he can think to give, knowing that she'd probably be able to recognize their power if she ever did truly meet them. "It's a very close-knit family, but apparently the music industry can have some interesting enemies."