Dylan laughed too, taking a sip of his drink. "Loyalty and friendship, you know, these completely unslytherin things we Gryffindors devote ourselves to," he retorted with an amused glint in his eyes. "I should explain it sometime. Very complicated concept."
He laughed, then looked around once more. "You've got a point about Eros," he said, taking in the dancers, the people dancing, the dark corners where anything could (and likely did) happen. "I can't imagine this scene anywhere else in Wizarding London but here."
He turned back to look up at Patrick, several inches taller than him. "You know the only times I see you, you're partying. Do you ever do anything else? Like show up to work? You'd think I'd see you around the Ministry from time to time."