"You'll get no argument from me." Having just spent the better half of the year abroad, coming home to the bitter damp and cold of Scotland was not one of the things he has missed while he was gone.

He had managed to hang their things close to the fire in the kitchen when her question caught him off guard. It was a natural assumption. A four year old, a house and a dog, naturally he would also have a wife, no? "No Mrs. Scamander," he admitted. If she wasn't from around here, she wouldn't know any of his very public romance failures. It was refreshing actually, though he would hate to have to explain it. "It's just Theseus and me." It was enough for him. Most days.

In an effort to continue on, Eugene led the way to the sitting room where Luna was already asleep in front of the hearth and Theseus was playing with his wooden trains behind the sofa. He motioned for Miss Owens to take a seat wherever she liked while he rang for their cocoa. With that settled, he limped his way over to his favorite armchair and settled in with a sigh. "Has Scotland treated you kindly, snowballs aside?" He passed her a wry smile.