Fred smiled back at her, deciding that plotting revenge against Pucey could wait for the night. He'd get to it tomorrow morning. He couldn't help but laugh a bit as she described what wearing pants was like. "Well...I dunno, really. I suppose I'm just used to them, and mine are baggy, so they don't really ride up anywhere," he said as his eyes glanced at the pants she was wearing. They were kind of tight..."I could only imagine how they feel."
As to the exposed bit, Fred rose his eyebrows. Exposed? Almost inch of her was covered except her arms! "Well, doesn't it feel a bit more comfortable? I mean, you had to be sweating your arse off in your dress."