"Mmm, ageing can be a beautiful thing," she agreed.
Angie bit her lips to prevent the first three thoughts that crossed her mind from escaping. She's always been of a rather filthier bent than Katie. Not that they didn't talk about stuff at all, but her mouth tended to get away with her. "So many comments," she said ruefully, and then thought about it and said "fuck it."
"So, we know he's always had a good pair of hands, which you can maybe use for more than just a quaffle. Ah ah," she said, to forestall any comments before she could get through them all. "You've determined his mouth is good for one thing, and maybe it's good for something else," she said with a pointed look at Katie's shorts. "And last but by no means least, you can test the old 'save a broom, ride a quidditch player' thing, which I guarantee he will have heard before but can still be surprisingly effective," she said, clearly speaking now from experience. She grinned winningly, hoping she hadn't pushed over the line.