"My back can handle a little thing like you." This was probably a lie, but he would deal with his back in the morning.
"I was always a bit better at the more obvious parts. See a scoundrel, hex a scoundrel." It was unfortunate that life was so much more complicated than that.
They were shortly at the floo, and Frank finally put her down, because the mechanics of a two-person floo trip were not something he cared to explore at the moment. "After you," he said, with a flourish.