Alphard had to smile as Draco spoke of his children. It warmed his heart to see his nephew so happy, so proud. He, of course, absolutely adored Cressida and Scorpius, though he had yet to properly meet Myrtle. She was not blood, but if Draco said she was family than she was family. He could not deny his nephew anything. Alphard had always been hopeless in that regard. When he finally came to a halt, Alphard's smile only grew as he shook his head. "There is nothing to apologize for. I always love to hear about them." he insisted, pausing to take a sip of tea. "I'm glad to hear they're doing so well here. They are lucky to have you with them."