"I'm wounded that you would automatically think the worst of my kind gifts. I've got to be sweet sometimes to give you a false sense of security." It was one of those times that she was actually trying to be nice... well mostly. That and to distract from her sticking charm.
She should have just let him get his pants ripped out, but he'd agreed so easily to buy her another butterbeer that she couldn't get him stuck pantsless again. "You bailed, inspiration or not. And hey, I warned you before you stood up.
When he refused to play, she sighed and crossed her arms. "now that is not fair and the exact reason you're stuck to a chair and I'm not. You should let me listen to what you have. I have a very discerning ear."