"I too came here, while at Hogwarts," he said, looking about at the dim interior. He flashed a smirk, "I used to hide in that corner over there," he said, bending to the side to point at a spot behind her, "Just there, to sit and watch the other students and hope to not be discovered immediately. It was pleasant. We do not have access to such luxuries when at school in Durmstrang. It is forbidden to leave the campus, except at holidays," he added, warming up as he took a sip of his drink.
"McCormack. I knew that I recognized your features. On a broom, I have little difficulty in forgetting a face. Off one, I am afraid I am not as careful with my observations," and he smirked more, "Expect perhaps for a pretty girl as yourself. But then, I do not think we met off of a broom before, yes?"
His query was open and genuine; he had no pretense of being snobby or pompous. Much of what had been printed about him was grossly over exaggerated, and it was irksome to find that people had such preconceived notions of what they thought he would be like.
"But I can change that now, yes? I will buy your next drink, of course," he said smoothly, making a motion to the bartender, for her to set them up with a second round of drinks.