Christopher honestly had no desire to find out who Jonas Ackerly was, and couldn't really figure out why his presence was so vile to his wife. Though, that didn't stop him from musing her. Over the past few months, he had found that going along with whatever Prisca said was the better road to take, especially when most of the time all she wanted to do was complain about someone or something. It actually wasn't that bothersome; most of the time he found her observations about people usually matched up with his own.
"My cousin did have a child with a mudblood. I'm sure she is walking around here somewhere..." Christopher responded, his face unexpressive as he spoke. Etiquette ruled he could only say so much concerning his family members, since Gabriel was married to a respectable pureblood now.
As Christopher spoke, his gaze dropped down to the table and he couldn't help but notice how close Prisca was to it. He supposed that she shouldn't be so embarrassed to show her stomach, but the pure fact that he was alright with not looking at how large she had grown stopped him from voicing any form of encouragement. Instead, he simply sighed.
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