"Hufflepuff," he said proudly, raising his glass with no shortage of House pride, and he grinned. "With the rest of the duffers," he added with a smirk, all too familiar with the stigmata there'd been when he was in school.
He smiled slightly to Ace, lifting his glass again before taking a sip. "Perhaps you do," he pointed out. "And the boys are just being less obvious about it," he said, in regards to the crushing. "You're certainly pretty enough."
Ah... well. Wasn't that an awkward thing to say. He took a sip of wine - win which he blamed for that particular outburst - cleared his throat and looked the other way briefly, wondering if it had been as awkward as he thought it had been.