He was a dead man. The look on his face changed to dread and he realized two things at once - either he was going to get one very angry mother hen who could hex him into next week, or though an unfair thought perhaps, he could get a very angry once-Death Eater who did or previously despised Mudbloods and halfbreeds.

Either way, he was in trouble. "Please tell my wife that I did not die in vain," he muttered in his somewhat pessimistic joking way, dusting himself off. "We shall have to face your mother's wrath."