"Oh goodness, you sound like you've met her. Then again, I'm sure she's been to something charity or another for every Quidditch team in the League, so you may have. Though I will say, the Puceys are strictly Falcons fans." He smiled, "No, she hasn't quite assigned me a nickname yet, she only turned one in December, so there's still a lot of generally vague noises and pointing." Without his permission, the idea of Alicia playing with his dark, curly haired little niece came unbidden to his mind and he smiled and felt his cheeks warm just a bit, too.
He was grateful she lifted her glass to meet his, and even that it was as strong a drink as it was - an excuse for what he was sure was a slight redness in embarrassment on his face. "It's a good thing we already know I can be trusted with that sort of package, right?" He gave her a cheeky smirk, remarking on the first time they'd really spent time together, when she'd shown up at his door.
He nodded at her description of her family. "It's been ages since we've all been in the same place, included Grandfather at least. He's got an unplottable in South America, and the family estate in Grantchester is just me these days, when I can get there from London at least."