Toby wasn't questioning her attitude, but questioning what was wrong with him to actually... enjoy the feeling of having Georgia sit on his lap. As she said that she'd been stuck in worse places already, the first thing that he could think of was Georgia sitting on Bernard's lap, kissing his neck.
"Ew," he looked in the opposite direction of Georgia, a disgusted expression on his face.
As Toby hoped he would never imagine something like that again, he cleared his throat and, like nothing had ever happened, the tip of his tongue weted his bottom lip and he sighed.
"Nothing... important. It just wasn't a bad day, really." And he kept looking in the other direction, because he didn't like lying. He wasn't good at that. In his point of view, if he was a good liar, he'd be a Slytherin instead of a Ravenclaw.
Yet there would be the being a muggle-born factor that would make his life hard as a Slytherin, but he didn't give it much of thought.
Georgia's laugh was something that caught his attention enough for him to turn his head again in her direction, surprised. Eyebrows raised and a grin on the corner of her mouth. He didn't think she was offending him, but that she was offending Bernard. Which was a pleasant feeling, since no one else seemed to think that Bernard was not better than Toby. "I feel lucky then," he said, still a weak smile on his lips.
His reaction to James' history was quick and he didn't even think before just saying it: "Maybe he's hitting on you." And he still wasn't thinking at all when he quickly added, "Maybe he just found you interesting and decided to give it a try." For some reason, he still managed to hope that it wasn't the case.