John hadn't expected a great reply from her. What could she really say to a former muggle that had been infected with a magical disease? She didn't seem to particularly be against muggles or werewolves but again, she could just be humoring him, slumming it and after this would be going back to her famous Qudditch teammates about this stupid muggle she ha met in a bar. He smiled though. "I did get through it because I'm awesome like that. Hard to keep me down."
He gave out a humorless laugh. "I have no desire to be dangerous when the full moon comes!" Clearly she had no idea what it was like to be a werewolf, that feeling of totally losing yourself to this beast one night of the month and then not remembering anything that happened or who you could have possibly killed and only having wounds and pain the day after as reminders that something certainly had happened. "I don't exactly curl up into a ball. I go out still. I like to frolic at the night and such. It makes the time go by faster anyway."
After she kissed him, he put his hand to his chest when she pointed out that he had used the wrong terminology. Really it had just been a mistake. He was almost tempted to uses the words just to mess with her but it wouldn't be as good as when he was calling her Esther. "I'm sorry: you're a Quidditch Player and yes, I am happy now,' he said with a cheery smile. He had liked the kiss. He liked that she had lived up to their deal.
"That was a fun game, by the way. We should do it again. Any other deep dark secrets I can uncover?"
He looked as though he were thinking about it for a moment before he smiled and nodded. "If by charming him with magic, you certainly have the upper hand."