"Love?" he asked, knowing she meant that word but asking anyway. "Offensive, really?" He hadn't been too successful lately either, the Ministry consuming all of his time. And as much as he wanted to settle down, get married and have kids, it really wasn't the right time to do that. It would be selfish. But the country would get there, he knew it.
He held up a finger and furrowed his brow. "Hey. My arse isn't flat," he said, turning to look at it in the mirror of the stall opposite Alicia's. It wasn't, was it? He clenched the cheeks experimentally, quickly so that Alicia wouldn't see. No, it was fine. "Okay, well, you could throw on one of your crap shirts with the skinny jeans for broom making - you don't have to be too dressy with them. As for your pub job, can I suggest again that you quit that? There's got to be other Muggle pubs out there not as sleazy as the place you're at at the moment." He frowned disapprovingly.
"You're right," he said, patting his stomach, looking at her outfit quickly and then gathering up the rest of the clothes. "You can keep that on, I reckon. We'll get them to take the tags off, and we can get the rest of these."