"You're a cheeky little whatsit, aren't you?" Harry retorted, although she had managed to break the tension in the room. He poured himself a third drink of the evening, and moved over to her, topping up her own glass up. "I am a way bit off forty, thank you." He told her as he set the decanter down and flopped back into his seat. "A fair bit off. Cheeky sod." He repeated, taking a long swallow of his drink.