"Why leave it up to interpretation? Besides, I usually assume you are."
He nodded to various individuals as they passed, unconscious of the redness of his own face at knowing each and every single one of them knew why he was there on a Sunday when he should have been at the Burrow. And speaking of which, there was no way he was taking Ginny there without a good talking to first. At the very least, they needed to figure out what to tell their parents.
"I trust you've no objection to having lunch at my flat," he said as they approached the floo station. "I was told you hadn't been fed yet, as I was expected to come get you."