"Let me know, will you?" Miles asked. "But I'm keeping that butterbeer for myself. Until my flat ends up being overrun. Then maybe I can hand it out on the street. Like charity or something."
He rolled his eyes at himself, refusing to take the issue too seriously. "I'm ready for this," he told Katie. "It needed to happen." Though that reminded of the comment he'd made that had riled her up. "Sorry though, about what I said the other night. I am an arse, and will always be one unashamedly, but not about that."
There. That was an apology, and in person, no less. She should take a mental note of the event, because it didn't happen often.
And it required a long drink from his glass as well.