It was the very opposite of a comfort to Cassiopeia, who paid less attention to the idea that her family might involve themselves – of course they would, in an extreme situation, because it was their duty – and more to Richard's reference to a third conflict. Cassi clasped her hands in her lap, and reminded herself that he was her guest, and that he couldn't help his blunders, and that she simply had to maintain her composure.
'I don't care for heroics,' she told him quietly. 'Only preservation. Only keeping our people and our way of life safe. Please don't tell me any more, not when there is nothing I can do to alter it.' Perhaps that wasn't quite true, but she didn't know him well enough to ask the questions she wanted to. If her little cousin Arcturus had been born a few decades later she would have had no qualms in instructing him to return home and find a way to ensure that the child Grindelwald was cursed in his cradle, removed as a threat to the wizarding world. She could only imagine Richard's horror at hearing a respectable young woman voice that particular thought.
Fortunately for her, there was a ready distraction. 'I would very much like to see this spell of yours. Would you mind going with me to my practice-room? I have it set up at the back of the house, cut off from all the household systems so that there is no risk of interference.' She used it herself for experimental magic, or trialling advanced spells. She didn't doubt Richard's competence as a wizard, but she was a little concerned that his demonstration would involve something muggle, and that either his belongings or her domestic spells would be damaged as a result.