Neville returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight. He only reluctantly let her go when she pulled away. He closed the door and just watched her. "Well, I am glad you are with me in the evenings. And yes, silverware and a real dinner. I was afraid you might start thinking I was an insufferable bachelor who didn't know how to dine properly."
He gently placed his hand on her back and offered her a seat, "Can I get you a drink? Butterbeer or pumpkin juice?"