Harold watched for her reaction, and was apparently pleased with the result. He released her entirely and shoved his hands into pockets wandering over to the water's edge with her. "Hmm? Nothing much," He shrugged, "That it's nice here? What're you thinking?"
He had to admit he was curious, and though he'd gotten into a habit of telling Sally almost anything she wanted to know about him, he couldn't bring himself to tell her he was scared she was just using him, or just going to end up this wasn't for her and then leave. Not because he was afraid of being alone but because she knew so much she could use against him...
He stepped on a treeroot and began walking out across it, lifting his arms like a tightrope walker as he balanced above the cool surface of the water, "If I gave you a polyjuice potion, who do you think you'd become for an hour?"