"Oh, I can almost definitely guarantee I'll have my top off," he said, returning the smile and resisting the urge to flex his muscles. That'd be taking their game a bit too far, not to mention being extremely gauche.
"It depends on the sort of Gryffindor one acquaints oneself with," Mac said, wondering at the sudden distance in her eyes. He didn't comment on it, as really, they had only just met and her thoughts were her own.
He snickered as she looked down at her robes. "You look gorgeous," he praised, tucking her under his arm more comfortably. "And I know a small little bistro just around the corner, completely Wizarding run. It'll be quiet, and I can promise the food is delicious." It was run by an acquaintance of his uncle's, so he felt quite secure in bringing someone of Pansy's ilk there.