He arched a brow, tilting his head to the side in his normal, staring manner, watching Riddle for a moment before shaking his head. "I'm fine. I've been through worse scrapes."
Like someone punching you in the face and breaking your nose in the process. That was something worse. Thank god it didn't happen often. Glance sent in Tom's direction and he frowned.
"You're alright, hm?" maybe that was actual concern, unlike the other. Who knew.