He laughed himself, feeling warm all over, though not from the alcohol. Probably. He had a good tolerance, but he also didn't know how long it had been since he'd had anything to eat. Still, he thought it was more to do with suddenly being a little nervous around a pretty girl that he hadn't yet decided if he knew what he was doing with her yet. He'd only just met her, but he knew he would need to remain friendly with her, since she was related to George and Angie. That meant being on his best behavior. Right. "You missed it by a few year," he said, chuckling and lifting his new drink to his lips. "But I think the lessons were precisely the same. I think he's taught the same way since before he died."
He leaned his head on his elbow as he listened to her talk about her job, his smile wide and his eyes going a bit sleepy. He honestly did enjoy hearing her talk, and he laughed at her description of healing Quidditch players. "Too bad I'm so old. I'm sure I would have loved having an attentive nurse like you."