“Brat.” He cooed the word to her when he mentioned the hair being attached, and a brow raise behind his glasses when he saw the legions of lilies coming towards him. His held felt surprisingly heavy when all of the lilies were attached to it, and true to the description of being a peacock, he wiggled his head so that the flowers trembled and shook, mostly against Lily's cleavage. “Well from you my love, shoe leather would be the greatest thing in the world.” He grinned at her, and his fingers moved to ruffle his hair anyway.
“They're not going to break up. Neither of them can function without each other. It'd be like me without you, all trying to find my wand, glasses or shoes. Never-mind my keys.” He grinned, and then he poked her in the side again. “But I suppose the food would be better. The company however, would not.” He wobbly managed to raise himself up off her lap and he planted a slightly misaligned kiss on the corner of her lips. (Trying to find the right one in a level of three is hard).