"I don't know why people fall in love. It's clearly an over-sight on the part of the Creator." Harry explained, again pouring both of them more to drink. He was sipping at his more slowly now, although it burnt his throat, it allowed him to keep a clearer head for longer.
"We need to distract you. Find someone else for you, someone that you'll get bored of, and then you'll be cured." He says, slurring more than he thought he would, clearly the scotch was stronger than he supposed.