Quentin's expression soften. He wasn't gentle with loads of people but Patricia wasn't loads of people, she was a friend. And she was Alix's... well, his world, practically, and Alix was a friend. "It's just that, it didn't seem like you were coming back," he explained with a little smile. "It was nothing against you." Patricia had always been a great girl for Alix.
"But I'm pretty sure he's probably just as happy he didn't," he added. "And it's not as though you didn't have good reason to leave." Muggleborns were at such risk at that time. Death and worse things than that.
"You're a girl, so of course you like cuddling," he joked. "We manly men do not." Actually, it could be nice with the right person. After some equally nice activities that left a person too tired to do anything but cuddle and then sleep.
"Oh yes," he deadpanned then. "And sew as well. I'm a Domestic God." The waitress came then and Quentin ordered a bottle of butterbeer - since he did have to go back on duty at school later that day.
"Memorial Alley? Yes, relatively new addition. Came after the War." The why was probably self explainitory. There was a lot to remember. Quentin rather thought too many people were starting to forget already. Becoming complacent.
"An aquarium? Interesting. I've not been to a Muggle one before." Although really they were probably similar to Wizarding ones except without any Magical fish.