Pansy moved when he moved. Theodore's father or not, she would not keep her back to him. Maybe him being Theodore's father was simply more reason not to.
"You may see me as young, but I am head of my household," she said defensively, temping to add until my father returns but that would sound incurably naive. "There are certain doors I may lock on my way to learning how to open them, but they are chances I must take. As wise as you are, in your youth, I am sure there were errors you had to make before you knew better. After all, you were young once and you turned out already," she said. There was a mix of respect and boldness in her words.
"And, they would also tell me there is no need for hidden doors and escape routes. The war is over, as they say," she said, although it was said in a tone that told that she didn't quite believe it herself. The war was very much still waging in it's own right.
They were playing a game here, she knew that but a very serious game at that. This was some sort of test, but for what she did not know.