It sounded more than good. A quiet little corner nice and near the fire, some Butterbeer, and no-one around to watch if he wanted to kick off his boots and play with Spencer's feet under the table.
"You - um," he gestured at Spencer's hair and then grinned and reached out to smooth it down himself.
And then regretted it instantly - Spencer looked pretty good dishevelled, especially out of his robes. Everything the generous fabric usually covered was there for him to admire. Though of course he'd seen Spencer in a lot less. "Yeah, floo," he mumbled hastily before he got too distracted by that thought. "I took the liberty of owling ahead, we should be good for a table."