"But see, I can't help but make fun of your vocabulary. You realize that most of the people I know back home don't know half the words you know, right? It's just so posh. It's adorable.." Wayne set aside his empty bottle and cracked open his second.
"A-HA!" he exclaimed victoriously. "I knew it! You are, aren't you. I knew it. And you say you're...still friends? How's that going, eh? This guy I know back home - he's an arsehole, whatever - but he used to say you can't be friends with anyone you're attracted to, and I'm like...well, I can verify that, for sure. I'm bisexual and I have no friends. But what were we saying?"
Another pull from the bottle. "Right. I was grilling you on what it's like sleeping with an Irish Gryffindor. Virile, manly, et cetera? Want to throw any more adjectives?"