"Slytherin," he said with a grin. "And yeah, it does kind of bother me. I don't like being called a liar."
The bartender brought his second pint then, and he accepted it with a nod. "I wouldn't be telling you I was one if I wasn't," he told her. "I've got nothing to be ashamed of."
He took a gulp and then chuckled, leaning in again. "Every nook and cranny, eh?" he began. "Care to show me a few?"