Books were pretty useful. Sometimes. But he certainly was not much for the research - he usually left that part to just about everyone else. But Ron figured that if they did have a pixie emergency on their hands (which, as far as he knew, was probably a very unlikely possibility at this point because the thing didn't look too dangerous), then he supposed that they ought to take a look around. Of course, this Luthor bloke didn't seem to know much about magic when they talked. What would he know about trapped pixies?
"Oh, of course," Ron smirked a bit. "There's nothing wrong with fancying an older girl. I've done it." Ah, Fleur. Was it bad that he thought his sister-in-law was gorgeous? No. But it was bad that he frequently had dreams about her when he wasn't dreaming about...well, Ron didn't want to get into all of that. Clearing his throat, Ron nodded in agreement and made to follow the boy. "I reckon looking for more information is loads better than standing about here scratching our heads. Plus, food. Definitely something I'm all for." Ron shoved his hands into the pockets of his muggle jeans and let the boy lead the way. Sure, this mansion was no Hogwarts, but Ron didn't know how to get around. He wasn't used to the place. "It's cause they're muggles. They've got to compensate for what they can't get from magic. So they use this weird stuff instead."