"For the sake of my career if nothing else, I will make sure they behave at this mythical charity benefit," he teased back. "I'm far to pretty to be retired before I've even made an appearance in Quidditch Weekly."
It was a nice evening, as far as evenings went for November, clear but cold and windy. He found himself not minding the cold at all. It gave him a reason for placing his arm around her shoulders again, hoping that this time the cold would keep her from pulling away. "I plan to be extremely nice to you," he said. "I can tell you're a formidable woman, and I'd hate for you to think poorly of me."
"Or drinks and dinner, I'm not particular on the order." He noticed her hide a smile, and counted it as another point in his favor. "That is the best advice I've heard all day. I'll make sure to guard my heart more closely in the future, to save it from being trampled by gorgeous, classy women."