He'd have wanted to regardless, but didn't think it would be wise to admit that out loud. Unless he wanted to start blushing again, and he'd done quite enough of that already, thanks. "Yes, exactly the point," he agreed, focusing very hard on getting the cork out of the bottle.
It finally came free with a pop, and he hurriedly filled Megan's glass before reaching for his own. "That sounds like a good thing to toast to. Johnathan and Diana. Two ordinary non-magical people celebrating their A-levels by shagging their way across Europe." Somehow he managed to get that out without stammering or blushing. He was rather proud of himself, he had to admit.
"To us, yeah," he said, raising his own glass. He clinked it against hers, and took a sip. Maybe after a few glasses he'd work up the nerve to get to the practice kissing she'd suggested earlier. For now he settled for reaching over and taking her hand. "We'll get through this. It'll be fine," he promised.