To his credit, Sol doesn't visibly entertain the notion that any of them might not get home to absent family members; as much as he can think, from here, that he might rather Liesl were safe with Cal or his parents...in practise, he's not sure he'd hold together as well as the Malfoys if he were parted from her the way they've been separated from their son.

"Give it some time," he advises, keeping an eye out as Liesl and Conan lose interest in the conversation of adults (even interesting ones that look like Uncle Richard only with a weirder dress sense) and start investigating the much more interesting game of 'how far can we get under this table before Daddy yanks us back'. "You're going to do the bulk of the dog-bothering either way-" with a sardonic glance at where a small black backside is wiggling just beneath a table.