"It's still hard work, magic. It's just as hard to use properly as a trowel, or a ... whatever Muggles use for sewing," he said, with a shallow nod in deference to her undoubtedly superior sewing knowledge. "It's good to appreciate both, I guess. Better to have more than one way to do things." It was the way he'd been raised, but it was different when one came to it later in life, perhaps. More of a novelty, and more of a challenge. He liked to see people taking it on, even if they hadn't come to it as children.
... He didn't know if she had, actually. He knew her family was pure, but that didn't tell him everything. There were different ways of living for them, he was sure, just as much as for people like him. "Mysterious for now," he said with a laugh, helping himself to another orange. "Well - where did you grow up?" The boring questions, to start with. "Forgive me - I'll have to start at the beginning. I'm not very imaginative."