His eyes softened and he gathered her in as she moved closer, pressing his lips to her hair. "That goes double for me, Lils. I had a few weeks there without you and I didn't care for it a bit. Next time I miraculously resurrect, I expect you to be right there. No more lollygagging.
"Hmmm." He pretended to think about it. "Red Raven doesn't make much sense. How'd you feel abooouuut... Foxfire? Firefly? Dragonfly? Those don't fit so well with the others, though. Not obscure enough. Flicker? Embers?" He was just rattling off whatever came into his head now. Although he'd started off being ridiculous just to make her laugh, some of them actually appealed to him. "Brighteyes? Firetop? Glorious Shining Goddess?" Now he was being silly again.
He hadn't really intended to get distracted by the Quidditch - her fault for drawing his attention to it - so he was willing enough to be drawn back. He put on his best ashamed face. "Yes, Madam Prefect, Mrs. Potter, ma'am, sorry."
His show of repentance was rewarded so quickly and delightfully that he resolved to apologize more often. His hands circled her narrow waist, desire building low in his stomach as she bent over him. "I'm aware," he replied, his voice suddenly husky. "Forty years, that's a long time for anyone."