He watched appreciatively as Aurora made herself comfortable and summoned her trunk. She was a gifted witch, that much he would give her. And attractive, in her way. His father's voice suggested what a match they might have made, were certain things about their situation different and the thought almost made him smile. As it was, he tilted his head slightly so that his face was no longer hidden in the shadows of his bed.
"Of course I wouldn't," he said. "But then why are you still here, Professor? I understand the money is good and there's no question of a roof over your head, but it seems a difficult place to be, given recent events." His smile was wan.