[He really doesn't want to move away from that hand, so he's silently pleased when she follows after him. He smiles ever so slightly, knowing she's right. For the most part, anyway. He can't recall ever having been through this as a child.]

She'll be very good for him, I think. [And maybe you'll be good for me.]

As far as I know, they adore us for thirteen years, hate us for ten years and then slowly come to realise how stupid they've been an' ask us for money. [He snorts, pulling out two small glasses and pours them two very generous serves of scotch.]