"Maybe with kindness," he said with a laugh. Astoria was one of the sweetest and most well intentioned people he'd ever met. Which was astonishing considering the family she came from. He'd known both of her parents and they weren't...the kindest or sanest of people. Even Daphne was pretty much a total bitch unless you were Clint, Pansy, or Astoria. "Well, at least I have a semi interesting life for them to stalk. It's nice to know I never manage to disappoint. And if I do, they're kind enough to make me seem more interesting than I am," he said with a an amused smirk, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. Honestly, the press could say worse things than they did. Being accused of sleeping with a different girl a night was better than most of the shit they wrote about everyone else.
When she said she wasn't the type to think about him in any way other than with concern, he nodded, figuring she was probably right anyway. He had two roles in life these day, well...three. Someone for the quidditch groupies to try to get with, someone for the general public to hate for his involvement with the Death Eaters, and someone for his friends to be constantly worried about and pitying. It was getting a little old. "Yeah, well, a guy can dream," he said with a playful wink.
"Personally, I'm more of a fan of not talking," he said with a small smile. Okay, so maybe he didn't really do much to try to defend himself against his reputation in the papers. But that reputation had had to start somewhere, right? "So," he said, becoming slightly more serious. He really didn't need to be needlessly harassing his best friend's sister-in-law anyway. It wasn't like she saw him as more than a friend these days anyway and he didn't need to ruin any friendships with his hormones. "What sort of thing do you want to photograph then? The world's a shitty place. At least models are pretty to look at."