"Don't try to distract me by reminding me of your cute baby. That isn't fair."
Greta could frown with the best of them, so she frowned right back. "I'm sorry you're so insulted, but you have to realize that I don't know you from - uh, I don't know you from Adam, actually. That wasn't meant to be a joke. The point is, I don't need rumours about you running around Hogsmeade with some blonde to make me worry. It's enough that, the first time I met you, you seemed to be making my friend uncomfortable.
"And yes, I know that Z can take care of herself. For that matter, she'd probably kill me if she even knew we were having this conversation, but I'd rather know she's safe and angry with me than in a bad situation and too embarrassed to ask for help."