Harry smiled when she mentioned not getting her hopes up. "I'd never do such a thing," he chuckled, once his lip was free. While he contemplated the name for the dog, Harry wasn't idle. He didn't think he was ever idle....perhaps maybe when he was sleeping, but that was about it. Making sure the container of ice cream wasn't going to fall if he removed one of Daphne's hand from it. When it was free he turned her hand over so her wrist was exposed to him.
"I don't know really," he finally said, dipping a finger into the ice cream. He paused for a moment to catch a possible name, before dropping the ice cream he'd scooped up onto her skin. After licking off the ice cream on his own hand, he proceeded to remove the ice cream from her skin in the same manner. "What about Bryar?" he asked, pulling away as though nothing had happened once the ice cream was gone. "We had this naming problem when we had to name Henry VIII. I'm not very good at it."