Barty reclined back with a grin on his face, still hilariously amused any time Evan acted as if magic weren't real. And here Evan was saying it - saying it. "Just how you like it," Barty muttered under his breath before thinking, at which point he bit his lips and glanced up at Evan. Bloody hell, how was he supposed to do this? It was hard not to hit on Evan. Effing hard.
"What would it take for you to believe in magic?" Barty asked.