"If that's what your gut is saying," he nodded. "You're probably right. I've always been firmly in the 'when you know, you know camp. So... sounds like you know." Although he could definitely think of worse granddaughters-in-law he could end up with... Still, a voice in his head (Moony, is that you?) told him not to meddle, so James kept his mouth shut.
"Anyway," he continued instead, his face cracking with a skewed grin. "There's probably a strapping German beater just waiting to whisk you away in a few months, right? Can't leave him hanging."
It was surprisingly easy, wandering around the forest with Savannah. Not that James had much trouble making friends (with a few exceptions), but he could imagine this particular task might have have torturous if he'd been saddled with the wrong person. He chuckled at her next comment, his hand finally breaking his resolve and flying up to rumple his thick hair.
"The poor girl's probably weeping into her compost right now," James agreed with a feigned sigh of regret, giving her shoulders a playful squeeze before releasing her.
He stepped over a particularly gnarly old root carefully, watching carefully as Savannah dio the same. The forest was definitely darkening, but not enough to be concerning. Rabbits, squirrels and the odd mouse, he reminded himself.
"Come on then, heartbreaker," James gestured onwards, pressing forward through the trees. "Let's see if we can survive until dinner."