"Oh you wound me, Katie Bell. Or rather, Weasley." He shook his head, clutching at his chest dramatically.
"Well I don't know what Miss Greengrass would say, but Mrs Bletchley knows we keep an open relationship." He winked, enjoying this old fashioned banter.
"I mean, it wounds me to think you haven't even been in to my store to try out one of my brooms. I can't even use any of my broom riding euphemisms."
He tried not to scowl at the mention. "I'm as honest as the day is long. Why do you keep putting me behind bars, only to release me because you have no evidence? I have an honest face. Just ask my son. He'll tell you the truth!"
Leaning against the bar, he gave her that innocent smile he always used. "So really, what's the Weasley got that I haven't? Or is this some secret Gryffindor thing?"