Lee tried not to pursue his lips to tightly at her words, or at all really. He knew of the Order, friends were in the Order, but after their stunt he wasn't feeling particularly friendly. Not that he was suddenly feeling cozy with the Death Eaters either, they were the ones locking him in the God-forsaken basement after all. "We'll work something out."
He was still lightly running his hand through her hair when she said he wasn't real. With a grin and a quiet laugh his head moved to lean against the bars again, rocking back and forth. "Were you just imagining my handwriting babe? I promise I'm always real."