Emma's blush only deepened at the idea that it was a compliment. Most folks who called her something other than her name weren't usually saying it in a nice way. Although she certainly didn't mind George calling her that, she realized it meant she was just, well, Midget, and besides-- Emma shook her head slightly, breaking that train of thought with a mental grumble, and instead grinned at Oliver.
"Nah, I'm happy with my job, and if I leave here, it's going to be for something to work with creatures." Which maybe she could get, if she could get her father (if Montague really was such) to stop blocking her from everything she ever applied for. "Although if George lets me breed wee beasties, he's likely stuck with me for good, I'm thinking." She put her fists up in front of her, the position making it obvious she actually had an idea what she was doing in a fight. "But if you ever do need a bodyguard for a night and I'm not working, I'm your girl. Used to be almost sort of maybe a Hit Wizard, until they sacked me."
It was a such non-attitude about being famous that it derailed Emma for a moment. Didn't seem like he sought it out, but didn't seem like he hated it either. Just matter-of-fact. "Huh. I don't know if I'd like that part, not being able to just go where I wanted, when I wanted, without thinking about whether I'd be bothered."