"The better question would be who wouldn't," Snape snorted. He looked curiously at Harry. "While there are gaps in my memory of our conversation the other night, I do recall what you said about Miss Weasley." He looked out over the garden. "However, you seemed cozy enough this evening," he said, fingers unconsciously tightening on the railing. "I never thought of you as the type to string someone along. Or are you only honest with yourself when you are drunk?"