"Well, I'm not a know-it-all. No where close to that," he informed her. It was really, really true. Ken was a good guy and he wasn't dumb. But he wasn't the most intelligent bloke Hogwarts had ever seen. "As for do gooder? I guess I fit that. I'm a hit-wizard after all. And boring as fuck? That's up to you to decide," he told her with a grin.
He watched her fingers trace the skin on her neck. It was slightly distracting. Ken downed the rest of his drink.