"Does it matter? I'm paying you to stay open late to accommodate whatever I was doing after practise." He said a bit arrogantly, smirking at her glare. He liked feisty witches, the more they protested, the more he enjoyed being around them. He missed Lavender acutely but pushed her out of his head, regrets were pointless and he hoped she was alright with whatever she was doing.
"I barely have time for myself these days, I thought I could get by with servicing it myself." He was exaggerating a bit but it couldn't be helped, he was beginning to feel a bit guilty about keeping her up so late just to look at his broom.
Getting ready to answer her question about the balance, he paused as she mounted his broom. He wasn't ready for the sight of another person on his personal broom and he almost shouted for her to get off of it. He was possessive about his possessions, particularly his broom. He had to admit that she looked good on it though, as he shifted feet and cleared his throat. "I hadn't noticed it was off." He finally managed as he looked around the shop. "Is it bad?" he asked gruffly, leaning against a table as he returned his gaze to her.