"Just being honest," he replied smoothly and followed her out the door. All of that came easily enough to him, but understand why girls did the things they did? What they really, really wanted? That was where he fell apart. Conjoined with his inability to commit, and it accounted for the fact he'd never had a long-term relationship with anyone romantically in - well. Ever.
"Well, we make a pair, because I'm fine and starving too. Getting up to much lately? And how's roaming the Pro Quidditch circuit working out for you, huh?"
He recalled playing on their house-team with her, but working his arse off to play Beater for as much of his life as he could before 'old age' in Quidditch terms forced him to resign really wasn't in the picture he'd had in his head of how his life would run. Nor was being a Fashion Photographer for a magazine he'd vowed never to read, but that was just the way his cookie had crumbled. Very contrarily.