Theo rolled her eyes. “I am the epitome of grace, kitten. You’re just jealous of my ability to stay on my feet for extended periods of time without falling down stairs or stumbling into walls or bumping into other people,” she commented. “But, by all means... take the time to distract me. It would only be fair, considering that my ‘on fire’ status seems to keep your attention.”
She was relieved when he got rid of the beard, laughing a little. “Thanks for that. I was beginning to feel as though I was being molested by Albus Dumbledore, which is not actually on my ‘to-do’ list.” She reached up with her free hand and ruffled his hair and grinned. “Eventually? True or false, you don’t really want to move any time soon.”