Dedalus flocked to where he could keep a high profile - he was a show-off in that respect. He enjoyed having people see what he wore and did, perhaps the mirror opposite of Dorcas. Then again, he also came to The Leaky Cauldron when money was tight, something he strove to hide any outside knowledge of. If he took record of how much money he'd lost in exchanging it for muggle currency to buy fancy muggle London food (and the ridiculously generous tips he gave, not at all knowing how the muggle custom worked), he'd probably have a heart attack.
From the opposite side of where he was looking, Dedalus heard a familiar voice, and instantly stood up when she approached - out of politeness, of course. Dedalus smiled and nodded, holding out a chair for her in case she wanted to sit down.
"Ah, well, yes. A hot date with a revision quill and the rough drafts of twenty writers," he smirked, patting the stack quickly. "But the date's over, finally."