Goyle reached a hand up to scratch at his ear and mumbled out a half-heard reply.  Rumors were that Greg had managed to impregnate another Muggle, which would make four.   It was a tad embarrassing for a man who still had the grey Mark of his pureblood extremist views under his dress robes.  Marriage eluded his son, witches seemed to avoid him, and, worse, he didn't seem to be able to cast a contraceptive charm.  "At least the children all show signs of being magical," Lucius said.  Goyle brightened a little because that was true.  "Unlike Theodore's non-existent children."