He looked the same as she'd seen him a few years ago; brooding old man. She wished she could see his father, then maybe she'd be able to make the comparison of how alike they were and have fun teasin' him. As he spoke to his little pet Ann laughed, stepping forwards into his room with her hands still firmly on her hips.
"Do you always talk through your dogs?" she jested, her initial pose falling as she made her way to the chair. It was nice to see him smile, he looked rather sombre on most days and she wished she could put a grin on his face. Turned out that she could. Sitting down she returned his smile. "Scotch is grand, Harry, thanks - Lord knows I do need a drink."