He was keeping a close watch on the clock, hoping against hope that Hooch would be on time.
Miles heard Hooch's voice and he was about to give her his usual smirk, when he remembered he was 'Quin' for the evening. "Mara, dear, how are you?" He kissed her on each cheek, a wild grin on his face. "No, not long. Putting them in your place, I hope, Mara?"
He looked to the barman. Dumbledore. "How about one of those for me too?" he asked with a laugh, the beer he already had beginning to disagree with the polyjuice.
Miles ran his tongue along the strange feeling of his teeth as he looked at her. "Obviously not as good as you. Look at you - looking far too young. Surely you aren't dabbling in those ridiculous beauty potions?"
"I swear, you don't look a day over... thirty." He'd found out from Quiggins' memories that there was something about that joke, and so he threw it her way again."