"Poor Preston," Adrian lamented, his tone amused. "It isn't being a chicken, Agatha. I simply don't trust you." He hesitated and then amended, "Well not in matters of humor. In the field, I'd trust you with my life." It was true. Adrian had a great deal of respect for her. She was a great Auror.
And then she had that sense of humor that he couldn't match but still was entertained by. He watched her test out the chair and he shook his head laughing again. "I think I almost feel bad for Weasley now."