[But his feet showed it, they were long, fellows. *is shot*]
"Christ. No wonder you fainted, mate. Not even coffee?" Admittedly, Stephen wasn't unknown to days where he just hadn't had the time to eat, but he'd at least downed a few stimulants to keep himself going. It kept away the point where his eyes tended to cross, which was never fun when you were actually trying to do something.
He was surprised to hear that Matthew had known he was a Muggleborn - he hadn't made any references to it, but perhaps it was obvious. He laughed a little and tapped his foot on the floor absently. "Well, seems like we didn't understand each other at all in the end, then," he thought a moment, "Or I just didn't understand you, more like." That was becoming fairly obvious with every word that came out of Matthew's mouth.
Listening to what his friend was saying, he gradually seemed come to some sort of conclusion, even if it probably wasn't the one Matthew had been expecting. "Well what do you intend on doing about it, then?" he asked.