Alastor blinked, unsure of what to say. "Their loss"? "I like being with you"? Those were English phrases, yes, but suddenly he couldn't comprehend the meaning.

"Well," he began awkwardly, "I don't believe you're obligated to accept such a thing even with your chosen profession. It's basic manners, not advanced chemistry." He chuckled. "If I thought to do otherwise, I'm sure Mother would be crossing the Pride Ring just to remind me with her wooden spoon."