Settling in his seat, Theodore turned toward Pansy, leaning back in the seat. It was amazing just how quickly Theodore was getting back to his normal self. He'd spent a great portion of the past two months wallowing in grief and self-pity and consuming an exorbitant a mount of alcohol. When that hadn't helped, he'd thrown himself into school-work and managing his new portfolio; there had certainly been limited interaction with other human beings.
"Ah well, at least I'm better to look at than your tutor." Theodore grinned back. "Right. Not telling a soul. Wouldn't want anyone thinking that Pansy Parkinson is getting weak," he said as he winked at her.