"Creative... creative..." he pondered, running his thumb over the back of her hand as he let his fingers lace with hers. If there was one thing he didn't lack, it was creativity. Besides, he knew what would cheer her up when she was down, or just pissed off with him.
Grinning, he shut his eyes for a moment, letting his face morph into that of a black labrador puppy, furry and beyond cute. When he said he was good at puppy dog eyes, he really did mean literally. It was one of the perks of being a metamorphmagus. "Woof," he said, half spoken half barked, nudging the top of her head with his damp, black nose, the wide, brown puppy eyes looking down at her.