A broad grin appeared on the Ravenclaw's face when he heard that, not to mention the hint of a blush forming on his two cheeks. Still, that could be due to the cold winter air whipping at them, so he wasn't too self-conscious over that. Still, he could not help but be amused over this little tidbit of news, although he figured that perhaps it would not be the most polite thing in the world to do if he were to suddenly burst out laughing right there and then.
Instead, he just sat there on the ground, cross-legged, his gloved hands thumping on his knees merrily, that amused grin still very much apparent on his face. "I tend to have that affect on the ladies, I must admit," he replied, making an over-show of polishing his gloved knuckle against his seersucker jacket. "Is she sure though, that she would like to make me the object of her affection? She's still a wee one, if I remember her correctly. Still...tell her that I might consider it if she could get me back my sweater that one certain Hufflepuff refuses to return to me." He gave Dorcas a playful wink at that.