He was keenly aware that she was keeping a close watch. He not only grew up under his father's piercing gaze, but learned to live under Death Eaters just waiting for the moment he screwed up. One screw up could have meant death. He wasn't as on guard anymore, obviously, but he still knew when he was being watched.
He nodded along when she talked about her future family. He didn't speak to Rolf or the sons much, but he knew they existed. He wasn't sure why she was telling him any of that, but she quickly made herself clear to him. He leaned back into his chair and forced himself to meet her eyes. He wasn't smiling, but his face wasn't unkind. It was just neutral. He wasn't sure if she meant here or at home. If she had been in Denmark, perhaps she didn't know of the wild theories floating around about him back home. Well, he guessed the rumors weren't so wild, but still. He merely nodded at her thanks.
"Sometimes it feels like some future version of me did all the work while I am here reaping the benefits of his labor," he admitted. Blending who one was with what one becomes was a common struggle for many in the village so they weren't alone in that regard. "Ah..." He couldn't help letting out a little, humorless laugh. "Is that what you think you do? Hide? Behind..." He didn't want to insult her. "Behind your language and your creature hunting?"