"So humble about how good you are." he teased, liking that she had so much confidence. He enjoyed a woman who knew her own worth instead of needing a man to tell her she was important. "You already know you are one of the best and that I would come here or do it myself."
He watched her work, leaning on the work table. He wondered what type of boyfriend was alright with her having after hours appointments with Quidditch players. Isaac tended to be possessive of his girlfriends and couldn't imagine it, most of the professional Quidditch players he knew did not respect other people's property.
"I was teasing, Miss Davis." He said although in all honesty he hadn't been. "Despite your preconceived notions, I am very picky about who I shag. " His disdainful look dismissed her as someone he wouldn't touch. He almost elaborated but bit his tongue. He wouldn't be derogatory or rude just because she had rejected him. He was usually only interesting in pureblood girls to pursue. "I would wager you get that a lot from the players who come in here, don't you?" He was feeling the alcohol enough to be comfortable in making idle chatter with her.