"It's alright," Terrence said. He didn't make a move towards the dog, although he would have liked to; he didn't want to make Quaffle feel that he was more of a threat than he was. He offered Quaffle a little smile. "He's allowed to hold a grudge. I don't blame him, honestly."
He sat down on the couch and tried to turn his smile into a grin. He wasn't really upset about his welcome; it actually made him feel better to be in the company of someone who disliked the mark on his arm as much as he did. That didn't mean she'd approve of what he did to make himself feel better about it, but it was something they had in common. "We were going to watch those spy movies at some point, weren't we? I don't remember what the bloke's name was."