He'd let his lips linger for just a moment, wishing he were the sort that would be just ungentlemanly enough to taste her skin. He longed for a moment to press against the pulse on the inside of her wrist. Perhaps a week of being surrounded by bikini-clad women coupled with the scene of Nathan and Mandy was just giong to his poor, neglected libido.
"Oh, I hadn't realized it was your brother's birthday," he said with surprise. "My apologies for interupting." He didn't, however, offer to leave. He just... didn't want to yet. "He's what, eleven today?" he asked curiously.
His fingers spread in hers and with a faint turn of the wrist, he laced his with hers in an almost casual motion that he hoped she wouldn't mind.
"Ah, the joys of pick-up Quidditch." Of sorts. There were restrictions at their age, though not the hardest of ones any longer. "Did he get everythign he wanted for his birthday?"