He could at least agree with her there. This was not at all what he'd expected from the night. Sure, the snogging was. He couldn't deny that. But he certainly hadn't been expecting to snog Daphne. A groupie, yes. Not that he was complaining, of course. Lord only knew where half of these groupies had been. Marcus and Clint, sure, but Merlin only knew if they hung out at other Qudditch parties. Merlin, he could end up shagging a Puddlemere fan. Snogging Daphne was definitely better option.
He couldn't help but smile against her skin when she spoke. Given the fact that she was actually engaged, it was probably not a good idea to be snogging her in the middle of a room full of gossiping groupies, but the way her fingers moved over his chest wasn't exactly talking him out of it. "Good," he chuckled, his free hand moving to trace her jawline and his lips brushing her, "but I'm not finished yet." Sure Clint, Marcus and himself moved through woman like crazy, but they each had their own approach. Charm was what he was good at.