Malachi grinned. "He's biased anyway," he said, "Being your son, he can't admit it. It's okay. I'm sure he thinks it."
He laughed. "Sorry, Lily. You're just not my type that way," he said with a grin. He knew she was insulted or weirded out, thankfully, by her tone. As different as they were, they were comfortable around each other. It didn't matter if she was a muggleborn and he a pureblood wizard or she a woman who was probably old enough to be his mother. He smiled. "You're find them," he said with confidence. He had no idea where or who, but he was sure she would. From what he could gather, she spent much of the last twenty years raising her son by herself and didn't have a lot of time to look anyway. Maybe it was time she looked. "Yeah, so am I. I got lucky. Way luckier than I deserve," he added with a laugh.