Roger and Morag
And that wasn't what he'd meant by 'tiny'. Roger's eyebrows rose as he shook his head, wondering if she was going to catch on.
"The 'missus'... I don't know, really. She's alive, I know that much, but I don't inquire after her health all that often," he supplied, a derisive smirk firmly in place. "She doesn't appreciate it when I show that I care. And I care so very deeply, that... it's best not even to speak to her or look at her or make my presence known in any way. But I'm glad to see the young buck has finally made a good impression."