Angie wasn't sure if it was the words or the tone that had her feeling just a bit warm. Much as she'd like to pretend, she doubted it was just the whiskey. "I agree," she replied, her own tone a little huskier than she'd intended it to come out. She cleared her throat and added, "Good to know you haven't given it up entirely. You were actually pretty decent," she replied with a slightly lofty tone. Affected, of course. "For me, there just wasn't anything else I wanted to do. I've wanted to play professional Quidditch since third year."
She continued dancing, stunned that this had already gone on so long, and that they hadn't attempted to kill each other yet. Perhaps that infuriating personality of his was just something for the Quidditch pitch. Or maybe he'd gotten more agreeable? Either way she's wasn't exactly in any hurry to pull away from him and find another dance partner.