Physical touch, not a thing. He noted. It was more of an instinct than anything, but not one everyone appreciated. They weren't that close anyway. He leaned back in his chair, maybe an overcorrection, but one he hoped said 'I respect your space'. He wasn't one of these ogres that got offended when simple gestures weren't returned positively to begin with.
He listened attentively to her explanation. "A bit of a carry over from medical, innit?" He'd overheard a similar term when his mother was being discharged from hospital. "It's all about what you want to accomplish." The personal details seemed just that. Personal. Definitely not something you discuss over lunch with a friend.
"Pretty safe." He assured. I can't remember a player being in any mortal danger since Cyprian Youdle and that wasn't even a player's fault." The safety regulations around spectators had come a long way since 1357 and most wands were at least checked at the gates nowadays. He thought about the 1994 Cup, but that was a tragedy and harsh reality for the entire wizarding world. "No, I think I'm as safe as I can be. Concussions and broken bones aside."