"I don't know what you mean," Albua replied, offhandedly, taking another sip of his tea. He didn't respond to her other comment, choosing instead to file it away for proper contemplation later on. Perhaps.
That did make him cough a little. Perhaps that was a small positive to the life he has carved for himself.. no elderly relatives to worry about his persistent bachelorhood. He was more than happy for people to announce him married to his job - it was true, after all. It had to be, all things considered.
"Terrible for you, I'm sure," Albus agreed, once recovered. "We must agree I would make a horrible husband. Yoh deserve far better."
Ah, now this was more his speed. Albus put his cup down for a moment, settling back thoughtfully in his chair and fixing her with a bright blue stare. "I'm not sure. I was speaking to Professor Snape about it. He seems to think the castle feels abandoned. I'm not entirely sure it's so innocent, for lack of a better word. Don't misunderstand me..." He pushed some hair out of his face.
"I'm not sure the castle's motivations will make a whole lot of difference in the long run, but surely it needs magic to survive."