"Padma," he echoed her name in return, in the same tone she had used. He was being playful, yes, but he preferred that to arguing any day.
"I suppose I do," he agreed, after a moment's consideration. "But," Roger pulled his wand from his pocket, banishing the rest of the laundry, now magically-folded, to its proper place. That done, he reached for Padma's hands, to tug her a bit closer to him. "I still have you, in the end, so I'll call that more than a little lucky."