Greg stared at her hand for a minute, brow furrowed. But he looked from her hand to her face, and thought he got it sorted out. Taking an uncertain step forward - and wiping his hand on his robe in case it was sweaty or something - he reached out and shook her hand. Careful, too, so he didn't squeeze too hard. Sometimes he was stronger than he meant to be.
"Yeah. Here we are." His eyes ducked low as he felt his face burning. Probably just proved how thick he was, the fact that he had no bloody clue what he was supposed to say, or do. But hell. He hadn't met anybody in years. Even the people he met he didn't really met - he just hung around in the background while they met Draco, really.
He glanced towards the kitchen door, glad because he at least could answer that. "Yeah. I was. You want...I mean, okay. You know the house elves? They're kinda weird, you know, but..." He glanced around to make sure there wasn't anyone around but Evie. "But I like them. They're funny."