'Most Slytherins can read people - most Slytherins can't read me.'
'And don't be angry with me for caring,' he said with a smirk. 'I simply can't help it,' he added with a wink.
Sitting back he watched as she kicked off her shoes, licking his lips as she turned from the ladylike Lettie, to the Lettie he remembered when she'd had a few drinks. (She really did have a very nice arse). When she started to play, he raised his eyebrows, impressed by her game - he'd have to play without mistakes.
'I'd love one,' he said with a smirk. 'You can't play pool without a drink, after all,' he said with a smirk, taking his place by the table, pondering his next few shots for just a moment before moving into position. The ball bounced off the side and into the pocket, hitting a second one into the corner pocket. He smirked.
'Any idea's what you'd like to do on a date?' he teased, making his next shot and pocketing another ball. He missed the third one, but shrugged, they were evenly matched, and he did like a challenge.