She opened her mouth to say something but closed it, looking at Astoria. Merlin. She hated feeling like this around men. She convinced herself that she was just at work and it was just like bringing someone coffee. Except, she rarely had anyone actually talk to her that didn't involve some kind of order. "That's very nice of you," she said, smiling and hoping it looked genuine. He seemed... polite but the teasing threw her off and she glanced at her friend.
Emma wasn't quite sure what to say that wouldn't come off as snotty and bitchy. Her dry sense of humor wasn't necessarily appreciated by people and Adrian seemed to be more of the charming type. Well, he was a Quidditch player and he probably assumed he was Adonis or something. "I would assume that's why you live here," she said, somewhat dryly. Bloody hell. Taking another sip of her water, she glanced back up at him, having to tilt her neck a little. Perhaps she should compliment him now as she'd just insulted her host. Or maybe a question?
"What type of poker will you be playing tonight?" she asked, actually curious. She liked the mathematics behind gambling and cards. And her memory was quite sharp.