He couldn't help it. Oh, he tried! For all of a second, and then another chuckle was bubbling up. It did make things a bit awkward to be living in the same town with the people whose names were usually swear words. It was even more awkward when you had almost slept with one of them and you couldn't even swear properly because the swear you normally used was, well, his name. "Okay- okay!" he conceded with a wide smile, pouring her another glass and moving past his brief moment of shock. "Oh, you don't have to tell me. I'm a Black, darling. We marry each other." he said with a wrinkled nose and a shake of his head. "It's all a bit convoluted."
"I can only imagine. My younger brother was here for only a brief span of time, but he was over a decade my senior. I couldn't wrap my head around that and we were not even twins." he agreed with a warm smile and an affectionate bumping of their shoulders. "The sorting hat never seems to be wrong, even if my parents sometimes insisted I was an awful Slytherin." he replied with a teasing grin. "At least you had a bond close enough to survive that. I'm sure it will survive this." Or he hoped, there was really no way of knowing. Nothing was certain in this village it seemed.
The mention of the bloke her best mate was dating had his nose wrinkling in distaste. Merlin, the world went wacky in a few years time from when he came from. Torturing people, truly? The last man who had done that was Grindelwald and it was an awful pock mark on the Wizarding world. Of course, he knew plenty of people who held sympathies for him. He could not imagine people actually killing for the sake of purity though, but then again he had never truly fit in with the crowd he ran with. And to hear that dear Parvati had fought in a war... "Merlin." was all he was able to breathe out by the time she was through, shaking his head and pursing his lips together. "I'm sorry the next generations have to pay for the sins perpetrated by their ancestors. I still cannot- I cannot believe it comes to war. It seems so senseless." And it really was. Licking his lips then, he nodded in agreement. "Aye, you don't have to be sorry. It's what mates are for, yeah?" his smile was warm and genuine then, offering her another tumbler of scotch to make up for bringing up such awful things. "Here's to things being different in this place? We can hope." And he really did hope.