Caradoc would have laughed at her comment if it wasn't true. Petunia was stronger than people gave her credit for, Caradoc thought. She was clever and funny and knew how to stand up for herself. It was what he most admired about her. However, there was no denying that in a battle between a muggle and a witch or wizard, the latter would come out on top. Caradoc had seen battle himself, had felt the effects of some dark curses, and the thought of Petunia suffering the same without a wand to help defend her frightened him. Looking over at her, Caradoc pursed his lips together, pouring her an iced tea before joining her at the table.
He sat next to her instead of across, preferring the close proximity as they spoke. "You're far too smart to be hanging around with me." he commented softly, offering her a small smile. "How ever do you put up with me?" his tone was soft but teasing, aiming to get off the darker topics they had stumbled on to. Talking of the evils of the world would do them little good, especially since they couldn't change it nor would it matter here.