He had escorted her to a newly opened coffee shop he understood to be run by a Welsh gentleman. Sirius figured that of any establishment in the locality this would be one most likely to provide them with an appropriate tasting and brewed cup of tea.
He had bought them both a pot of tea and a slice of cake. "I'm glad to hear Draco is doing better," he said finally. He decided to give something of himself to show his willingness to attempt to build bridges, "my wife is called Phoebe. Very fiesty." He smirked at that thought. "I rather think my Mother would have disliked her intensely." Which made him smile a lot. The fact his Mother would have hated her just made her more appealing to him.