Were they ever really talking about toys? Tone or not, the conversation generally took a sexual turn with Marlene, which was ironic considering they'd never come close to such things--even during the war when he'd likely bedded more people than he had ever done in his life.
"You're as corny as me," he said, squeezing her hip as he slipped behind her in search of the dessert... but it had been hidden away (perhaps because even the house-elves were sick and tired of him skipping the main course). "You probably have more luck than me with those lines. Men are so easily led," he said, heaving a heavy sigh and resting his weight against the counter.
"I can eat, swim and sing," he agreed. "And I'll have you know, I eat just fine. Boring but fine." He did that much damage with the alcohol that he had to make up for it somehow. Running helped, obviously, but he did attempt to eat somewhat balanced.
He took a seat as the food materalised before him. "Good work," he called out to the missing house-elves. He took a few mouth fulls, content with the quiet as he sated the hunger that had been lingering for the past hour--a long bloody time for him.
"What is new in the world of Marlene? Started a feminist uprising yet?" he grinned.