"You ought to be used to working with difficult groups," he teased. Teasing? Oh, it couldn't possibly be true! "Enough evenings at Grimmauld Place and you're seasoned to the ultimate in dysfunctional." A wry smile crossed his face. His eyes lowered and then he met hers again.
Proud of her. He was always proud of her, wasn't he? Not that he'd say so. Well. Actually, he might. Just not that moment. Maybe later, maybe when they'd had a bit more time to feel each other out. More time to get used to...the aftermath, so to speak. So instead, he flushed a bit pink at the tiny nudge and grinned. "I'm just impressed the building's still standing, you in it and all. And they put you on the third floor. Would've thought that was the ultimate safety hazard."