It was Paulie's turn to roll his eyes. "Don't flatter yourself, sweetheart. I've always got my eye on the ball." He ran a hand through his hair. "Plus, you're the one who has a warring team on your hands, or did Potter and Prewett finally settle that stupid drama?"
He grinned down at her. "Dumbledore doesn't have these dashingly good looks anymore, I'll let you know. And besides, don't deny the deep love and affection you have for the man. I've seen you look at him in the halls. You enjoyed every second of this."
"True," he said with a small smile curling up his lips. He reached down with his free hand, cupping her face and brushing her cheek lightly with his thumb. "You don't mind much anyway, true or false?"