"You're a girl. I don't know why you refuse to accept that," he said with a smirk.
Pulling a face, he lifted his leg up behind him to stretch out his thigh while they chatted. "Don't you dare. I'd much rather Zach's job. You know I'm spending fifteen hour days in the boardroom with people shouting at each other to get things done because there's no person at the top making the firm decisions?" He was probably saying too much really, all blase like it wasn't as serious as it was, but it was refreshing to be able to say it all to someone he trusted, who wasn't part of it. "And then I've got paperwork on top of that," he sighed, letting his leg down and lifting the other to stretch that.
Robbie shook his head, smiling at her humour. Then he narrowed his eyes slightly at her 'I'm fine', knowing exactly how it felt to say that after a stint in Azkaban, exactly why you said it. He believed in the method of repression, and he'd hated it whenever anyone had asked him how he was really that year he'd been released. And if he knew Alicia, she'd be similar. But he was an eldest child, and a Hufflepuff, and there was still the urge to check she was actually okay. "You have been sleeping, right? And, a couch? Why not a bed?" He paused, his leg dropping heavily as the penny did. "Wait, is your flat still not renovated?"
He didn't answer how he was, with or without bullshit, because he was now more concerned with whether she had a home or not.