Eward did not deny that the sound of all those drinks mixed together was music to his ears, but that, the mention of Kitty and the fact that Harry was peeling the parchment out of Eward's hands only served to make him grumpier. "I. Am. Fine!" he snapped, shifting slightly in the armchair and shooting him a look which resembled a pouting child. Still, he couldn't resist being dramatic and he added; "And I was not going to throw myself into the fire - it is far too hot, I would be better in the Thames..."