"Illusion?" he asked. "A ridiculous notion indeed. I've seen you when you first wake up, you're always lovely." He winked at her, squeezing her hand. "It's really no problem at all, I assure you. I did have to make myself very friendly with a pot of coffee before I came over, as I'm quite certainly feeling my age this morning. I think we need to give George a bit more credit for his drinking abilities. He could have out-done Sirius, I think."
He followed along without protest, not that he would have had any to begin with, laughing at her idea of a promise. "Well I never did get much tail inside these walls..." he thought, rubbing the stubble at the side of his cheek. "I might be hard-pressed to accept such conditions. No more than twice? Hm. That's hardly fair," he offered with a playful tone in his thick voice. "But I have the feeling this chat might take precedence," he added. He was concerned about what she seemed worried about, sensing something... something off, he supposed. He couldn't put his finger on it, but she felt warmer to him than she usually did.