Of course Adam was being charming. Charming was what he did, kind of like breathing was what he did. "Of course there is," Adam said. "but I would have none other but you.
Adam let the flames die down, and he turned to Mikey and grinned. "You know, I'll feel absolutely terrible about killing the house elves," he told Mikey. "But I like the way you think. Like the mafia, the way you think." Perhaps Adam was just a little too delighted with the idea of what Mikey was suggesting. "I think it would be best if you took the older ones, yes. I'd imagine turning water to gasoline is a bit more complicated than setting fire with your wand. A little more... refined in action, shall we say."
He turned on his heel and headed toward the second years, clapping his hands together. "Who wants to learn how to light things on fire?" he asked loudly.