He nodded at her dismissive remarks, but he knew the girl had been doing her share of labor. After all, auror training and missions weren't exactly cake, and she hadn't been let go yet, so that in itself was a clue that she'd been given the runaround. Though, it wasn't as if Hermes didn't think Ronnie needed the work. She'd skated through school and often through chores at home (past and present). All in all, he was proud of her (and Hailey, of course).
"It's fine," he said, finally, with a tight-lipped smirk. "So am I," the Muggleborn managed before he was invaded by the redhead. "I'm quite aware," he said, laughing. Ronnie didn't do subtle well. Usually he didn't either. It just wasn't in their nature. It was another reason their relationship was an enigma to him. No grand, bold strokes between them anymore. Merely flirting and hinting and teasing. It was enough to drive him mad, honestly - in both good and bad ways. He gave a few appreciative sniffs over the glass of wine and took a small drink, then his eyes shifted sideways to the ginger. She seemed to enjoy the drink, at least enough to go for a second sip.
"Actually," he turned, then, feeling a boldness overcome him, "it does matter." His free hand moved so that he could ensnare Ronnie's waist, and his arm slipped around her and tugged her closer, risking sloshing her wine about the place. "I don't believe she's much of a voyeur," so Miss Potter would be appreciative that Hermes picked a time when she wasn't home to snog her roommate. He leaned so that he was craned halfway around Ronnie, looking face-to-face with the sleepy-eyed imp. She was such a damned fairy, wasn't she? All mischief in her eyes; and she always knew exactly what she was doing to him. He placed his wine on the table next to her feet, and brought both hands up to ensnare her chin. "Kiss me," he risked, feeling that his time of action was yet to come. He wanted to play at Ronnie's game for once. His eyes didn't leave her lovely blue ones, all the while. He wanted her to feel nice and cornered in. Fight or flight.