He nodded carefully. "Alright then." It wasn't an ideal solution, a long way from it. It he supposed it would have to do. Albus could only hope that things moved on and they made progress before such measures became necessary. With the group of people they had here, surely it was only a matter of time?
"Oh? I haven't had too much to do with Mr Potter," he admitted. "I believe he had some kind of relationship with my older self, but I don't know many details. It seems to be a common theme here." He was much more comfortable discussing his future than his past, it seemed. Perhaps because it had yet to happen, at least to him, there was some degree of separation there.
He took another sip of tea, then regretted it as her hushed tone very nearly made him chuckle. "I have heard a rumour," he smiled, swallowing. "Things seem much more... liberal here. I believe you can probably put your search for a husband to one side for now."