Re: Lavender/Zach
Zach shrugged. "I've never been much with words. Thanks for taking pity on me."
His voice was dry, but his grin broadened. Something about Brown lowered his natural defensiveness, and he was alright with being self-deprecating once in a while. He'd though refreshing was a good one, anyway- neutral, so she wouldn't think he was chatting her up, but complimentary, so she wouldn't be offended. It was a fine line, with Brown, and Zach liked her enough that he didn't want to put her off him.
Likewise, he allowed her fussing with his collar because she followed it by linking their arms. Her scent was comforting, which he was knew was a terrible and wolfy thought to have, but he couldn't help it.
"There are always ladies keen to get to know me. And then they do, and the keenness fades rather a lot." Zach followed the line of her gesture, his lip curling when he saw the girls she'd indicated. "They're alright, I guess. Brown, I'm not here trolling for women. I'm not sure what gave you the impression that just any woman would do, anyway."
He arched his brows and polished off his drink, looking for somewhere to set it down. Sure, once upon a time he'd been pretty indiscriminate; he'd buried himself in whiskey and women to cover the truth about his nature, and eventually he'd really been living that way. He'd stopped that, though, since he'd returned to England. He was tired of it.
"Neville Longbottom?" Zach tried not to look too surprised. Longbottom had always struck him as an unassuming sort, and trying to pair him up with an energetic and confident woman like Brown was mental gymnastics for Zach. "I haven't seen him yet, but I'll admit I wasn't looking."