Not registering on his surprise or his seeming reticence to discuss his skills, Luna barreled on with her normal curiosity. "How did you learn? What do you most like to work on?" She found the interests that people developed outside of school to be fascinating. Lots of important things weren't taught in school after all--the professors could be a bit narrow minded.
She blinked round, owlish blue eyes when he took her wrist, perfectly gently. Gregory Goyle had rough hands with callouses. Her hands were like that too now, as were the hands of all the hard-working poor in Papua New Guinea.
"Thank you. I shouldn't like to fall asleep up here, actually. I suspect Boggarts and Erklings might be the least of your worries."