He looked down at her, a little smirk crossing his face.
"A walk then. And a ride maybe next time. We can do that." He banished his broom to its place in the practice shed and let his hand go to her lower back for a moment as they cleared the pitch.
"And I might take you up on the night owl offer. Of course, I might still be in my pyjamas and extremely cross, but I suppose one must suffer for such experiences."