Guy smiled, appreciative of the comment about his fathering. He'd never thought he'd be proud to be a father, it always felt like something he had to do. It had been Edith's birth that had led him into wanting to be a father, in becoming more interests in having his children be not only in his image as if he were God, but also good people he would and could know well. He sipped his tea once more, relaxing a bit more which each sip.
"Thank you. I suppose that six is a lot, but now that I know the number that Wilhelmina and I will eventually have, I cannot imagine having more or less," he said, a sincerity to his tone that was not often there. He listened keenly to Gellert's words about the history books and atonement, which seemed like the silliest thing in the world. The great Grindelwald apologizing for what he did. Oh, there was a part of him that wanted Gellert to apologize for failing, because it had cost his family so dear. But he knew better than to mention it.
"And what have you not done? I would hate to think that my understanding of your campaign had been infected by the muggle loving publishing companies. Do you know that in my time, Hogwarts allowed for muggle literature in the libraries? Nonsense like... Jane Bronte," he said, merging two muggle writers by accident.