The boy took a deep breath and brought his left hand up to rub his right arm from nervousness. He couldn't look the man in the eye anymore, but talking... that, at least he could do. "Umm. You said you don't think anyone will call you dad or grandpa so… You and your wife don't or can't have any kids?"
"Or we do have children but we don't get along."
Harry looked at the man. Really looked at him. "I don't think so. You're too nice." Then he realized what he blurted out and looked away, flushing to the tips of his ears.
"That's kind of you to say, little man." The man said warmly. "Anything else?"
"What? Oh, right." There was more? What else did he say? That he dislikes people who use other people so… that meant the rest of wizarding society for some reason. Huh. "Um. Wizards are bastards?"
This time, Marius snickered and tried not to laugh, but he failed. "Hahaha. Oh God. And you actually think of yourself as stupid. I'm having trouble understanding it. For the record, bastard is a bad word that you shouldn't use but… but it's so appropriate here. Lots of them are nice, mind you, but the ones in charge, they can be nasty and difficult to work with. I mean, Regulus had to go behind their backs in order to watch over you, even though a society should look after its young. Just don't make it a habit to use swear words okay?"