He grinned to himself at the young lady's flusterment. She was really quite pretty. "Going to a party, are we?" he said with a charming grin. "Are you coming to the Prophet bash, by any chance?" he asked. The invitations were pretty dang freely given, only revoked as pretty much a public humiliation if he was particularly upset with someone.
"Don't worry about it," he reassured her. "Accidents happen. No harm done." He spread his arms, the one bag on his arm swinging gently, to show that she hadn't knocked anything out of his hands.