He rolls his eyes at 'big and intimidating.' "So, actually," he translates from the 5'9 he's at without his schoolteachery boots, "no different from any one else I dealt with on a daily basis, aside from Regulus and Narcissa." Smiling beatifically with modestly lowered eyes, "There you are, then."
"Was it boring?" He looks sympathetic. "Well, you always seemed excited, anyway." Rolling his eyes, "No, I'm no--now that," he interrupts himself at the mention of Dumbledore, managing to convey an impression of leftover resentment and being hacked off, along with a sizeable quantity of now that he's finally out of my hair, "is someone I'd rather not discuss." Which is true enough, and while it hurts to say it like that, somewhere hidden, Albus would have wanted him to live. "So tell about that good day."