"I'll do my best to mould them into proper ladies and gentlemen for an evening," he promised, finding that he actually meant it. "After all, I'd hate to be the cause of your death, not to mention the deaths of my entire Quidditch team. We've a good chance at the title this season, and I'd hate to be the reason we lost."
He winced, realizing too late how that had sounded. "You'll keep my secret, won't you?" he asked, reaching out to open the door for her to precede him out. "I promise I'm much nicer now than I was at Hogwarts, at least to fans and pretty ladies." He placed a hand over his heart playfully. "I'm wounded that you'd think that! I'm just being honest. I thought women appreciated that from a man." He winked and offered his arm.
"Well, since you've dashed my hopes of a romantic weekend away, will you make it up to me by letting me buy you dinner and drinks? I'd think it's the least you could do for breaking my heart."