"That's me. Gryffindor brave. Which is loads better than Ravenclaws, if you're wondering. Overthink everything. We just charge right in and get things done. And sure, sometimes we blow off body parts, but usually not ones we really need." The babbling was plainly NOT subsiding any time soon. Lee was still perfectly willing to stick around to see if it did though. "Erm, no, it might take more. I mean you're brilliant and gorgeous and smell like flowers. But not the bit where flowers always smell a little like dung, because of the fertilizer, and a little like something about to die, because they are. You're dung and death free." Lee managed, barely, to cut himself off before adding that she had really a really corking arse, too.
"I was just, you know. Hoping. You can't blame a bloke for trying, right? I didn't punch Davies in the face or try to tell you about the time I rode a unicorn on top of a dragon, at least?" Lee suggested with what he hoped was a charming smile.