What was he doing? Well, what did it look like he was doing, Ginny? He was pulling one of those matches free and striking it against the strip on the back, before lowering it down to set a crumpled stack of papers from the Prophet on fire, which he pushed underneath the pile of twigs and leaves to get his little fire started. Only after he'd accomplished that did he look up and lift his brows at the inquiring red headed woman who had come to a stop near him, tilting his head to the side before that well practiced smile formed on his mouth and he stood up, leaving the rabbit on its little picket where it was on the ground.
"Even if it were any of your business what I were doing, I would think it was rather obvious." He took a step forward, pushing his hands down the front of his shirt to wipe some of the animal's blood and the dirt accumulated on his fingers and palms over the front of his expensive looking, pale green button up shirt. "I'm making myself lunch. What are you doing?"