"No, you don't." He disagreed with her sentiment and shrugged. "I am nothing like my teammates and you certainly cannot stereotype me like the others." He dismissed it with a negligent shrug of his shoulders. He didn't care what her opinion was of him really, as long as she did the job he needed her to do.
He pulled the parchment toward him and stared at the figure written on it. "Am I being charged for being a pain in your arse so late at night?" He inquired lightly as he signed the parchment and gave authorization for it to be taken from his Gringott's account. He wasn't really concerned with the amount written on the paper, it was reasonable given many factors. He wasn't hurting for the money, his career and the fact his father had reinstated him as official heir meant he had more than enough galleons at his disposal.
He turned to examine the brooms Flint had ordered and he couldn't help but smile at the pair. He was already anticipating flying and the competition or victory that would come from them. "They are beautiful. I can't wait to try one out."