Luna took her time turning in a circle before accepting his offer. She noticed the ceiling fixtures, the books on the walls - how thick he kept the carpet, and if the door hinges were polished. When she had first arrived at his home they had been polished - but by the time she left, there had been a layer of film. These were clean, but with use not labor.
The bowl was placed on the desk, a towel covering the top from any dust or flies. "Butterscotch. I'm afraid they ate all the chocolate." She took her time in sitting as well, making a point to pick off a stray piece of thread before sitting down. She wanted to take her time, wanted to take this slow. Rushing wouldn't be very courageous now. Would it.
"I suppose I thought you'd be older Draco. But you're not. Are you."