He glanced at her a raised eyebrow at her offer of help. Bloody Gryffindor's always thinking they had to take the blame for everything. Bloody irritating was what it was. Still, he supposed the sound of having someone else there to deal with the idiots was a nice thought. He was really tired of seeing their faces. Even a legitimately question these days could irritate him. It'd help, of course, if they all didn't have questions. Half the time he felt like he was coaching children and he had a new respect for Madame Hooch. How many time had she fought back the urge to strangle some speckly little shite?
Dinner was a much better distraction. He had't quite realized how hungry he was until the smell of food hit him and suddenly he was starving. Dinner was definitely a better option that the ridiculous pet notion going through her head. He did't want a dog drooling all over his stuff and he's skin a bloody cat if it clawed up his leather couch. Besides, he hardly had the time for Quill and she hunted for her own meals. What the hell was he suppose to do with a pet?
"I am eating both of those," he responded, taking a bite of his fish and giving her a pointed look, "and we both know they sent that pear for me. If they had sent it for you, it would be dipped in chocolate." He didn't comment on the fact that they had sent it to her place. He didn't want to know what that meant. Instead he chalked it up to her being a woman and, therefore, would naturally pester him into taking her. That seemed right.
He was distracted from that thought with her kiss and he was tempted to continue along that line of thought, but his stomach made a noise of protest and instead of another kiss, he took another bite of Cod. Of course, once the hot mustard was brought out he lost all desire to snog her. That shit was disgusting and the look on his face said as much. How she could stomach that crap, he didn't know. Must have an iron stomach.
"You know the league won't let you back on the pitch till you're given the clear from the healers." They were sticklers during regular season, let alone Nationals.