An off-color joke followed but got no air time, about lemons, vinegar and fish going well together. Its only sign that it had been thought, the barest scoff from Michael. "Oh?"
After a long moment, Michael smirked. His nose wrinkled at the ludicrousness of it all. "Meh, sod that. I don't know enough about you. Only that Ernie seems a little defensive when it comes to you, and you do the worst pig imitation I think I've ever laid eyes on." Michael smirked almost cruelly, "But then again I'm using Crabbe for comparison points, and that might be a little rigid. He's practically Aristotelian in his pigness."
Limbs folded over a narrow torso and was followed by a slow breath. "So, you're meeting someone... I'll ballpark that at fifty percent chance right now. Twenty percent, you're out looking for wild herbs for class."