"Anything is better than here," he pointed out. He noticed a lot of people were coughing from whatever had exploded in the large ball room they had just left, but turned to ignore it. "I personally wouldn't mind some fire whiskey and a warm fire."
He fetched his broom, not assuming she wanted to apparate, "Then we could eat cakes and biscuits before ravaging each other." He laughed, but without changing his tone, therefore never gave hint to if he was joking or not.