He smirked, "We'll compare arrest rates if you like." He wasn't quite as competitive as his contemporaries but he still had that Gryffindor trait ingrained in his persona. "And I'll have you know that I've done my fair share of undercover work. I've had no complaints," he added with a cheesy wink, utterly aware of how ridiculous that line was.
"I'm not that sweaty. You're one picky bugger, Marlene McKinnon," he said before taking a swig of orange.
He rolled his eyes playfully as she started on about the napping situation. The truth to the matter was that he didn't enjoy sleeping and not simply because of restlessness. It was easier to just respond with, "You hit the nail on the head."
As Rabastan's name hit the air, there was the briefest moments of tension. He knew the ordeal she had gone through during that time and he almost envied how easy she could mention those dark times of her life. It was her way of coping, he was sure of that, but it made him feel a touch uneasy. Fortunately, she moved the conversation on swiftly.
"Size doesn't matter if he knows what he's doing," he corrected. "I swear you have the worst shagging track record. Are you sure you're doing it right?"