A smile tugged at Bill's lip as she hoisted herself up onto the counter. He could remember her doing that as he had courted her at Gringotts. He had thought, then, that she was simply flirting with him. There had been other women he'd seen do the same -- they would lean against the counter just so, or sit on it to draw attention. Then she'd start sitting on the counter as they cooked dinner together.
"Yes, it is." Bill nodded. His hand found it's way back into his pockets as he began to speak again. His body swayed slowly in a nervous habit of his own. "Sometimes it's hard to believe that my brothers are the cause of it all. Other times it seems unfailingly just like them." He laughed.
"I don't think there's much to think about, really. The trick is just taking everything in stride." He said softly. "That's hard enough."