"Well, I am," he stated proudly. "But that doesn't get the homework done does it? I'm not as charming or as good looking as Sirius who has girls clambering over themselves to do his homework for him, so? I do it the old fashion way, when I do it. And you are one of the elite few that knows it. Keep it to yourself. I have a reputation to uphold," he winked at her and then returned the smile.
He sat back and looked at the box warily at first and then looked at the Hufflepuff with an exaggerated look of amusement, "I don't know. Mother always told me not to take gifts from pretty girls that you're not fully acquainted with." His eyes shifted about the room feigning paranoia, and then he chuckled, "how can I trust that you're not trying to dose Peter Pettigrew with a love potion? No, I can't accept this. Unless of course, you agree to a date with me."