The blush became steadily worse as she stared at him. "Um, well, yeah," he stuttered.
He was saved (for some definitions of 'saved') by the thud, thud, thud of Drakelet coming down the spiral staircase in far corner. The Yorkshire Terrier stopped on a step level with Greg's head and did some staring of his own at this new person in his territory. Greg was under no illusions as to who actually owned both the workshop and the small two room flat above it where he stayed during the week and increasingly on the weekends.
Using the distraction provided by his tiny dog, he fished out an order form and a carpenter's pencil and started hurriedly writing up Lovegood's order.