"Oh I don't know, you have to work pretty hard to duck her hexes," he chuckled, not willing to admit that they really hadn't fought like that. Yet. It seemed eventually with every woman he'd been with, it ended up that way - yelling, loud words, fighting and then if he was lucky, makeup sex.
Now it just seemed he was... no, he wasn't going to think that things with Daphne were good. She had said she loved him (and he was definitely under the influence of one of Orla's lovely potions at the time if he had said it back), and that just changed it all, even if she had just somewhat taken it back.
"Fucking oath. Isn't it bloody ridiculous. First comes the kid, then the bloody pub, and now I have to watch others drink." He shook his head at that. "Still, the girls upstairs are... entertaining." He smirked at the thought of them.
"I should probably get your help. I've got one to make now, and I'm a little... hampered at the moment." He figured a half lie about his leg wasn't going to hurt, and indicated his leg. "I ahh... over corrected on a braking charm that didn't want to stick to the bloody broom."
"So sure, come along and test all you want." He smirked. "I'm... fairly certain... I've ironed out that little problem."