"I do," Andrew told her, grinning at her as he claimed the seat beside her. He really did trust her, and since he didn't often work it into conversation he thought he'd take the opportunity of saying so. Even as someone who was interested in fashion and clothes, looking at many different shades of is-that-dark-grey-or-black? wasn't a particularly interesting time, and Andrew had to resist the urge to gravitate towards the patterns just because they were more interesting. Plain would probably be more appropriate for a wedding, as well as being less likely to go out of style before Andrew had a chance to wear it again. Though, of course, the colour was a lot easier to change magically than the fit, if it came down to it.
Andrew frowned when she mentioned sharing a bed, not because he had any problem with it but because he wasn't so sure of the etiquette with regards Evan. Would Evan mind? It wasn't as if Andrew was the least bit attracted to Aisling, and Evan was very sensible, which made Andrew think he probably wouldn't mind. And if he did, well, then Andrew would sleep on the sofa (possibly after transfiguring it into a smaller bed). After all, Andrew didn't think he'd be too happy about Evan sharing a bed with someone else and it was only fair. "I... won't tell my mum that bit," Andrew said, trying to make a joke of it. Neither of them could possibly miss that the joke fell very, very flat. Eugene, at least, chuckled politely. "That works for me, if it works for you," Andrew said, nodding to her finger still on the shade of black.