Euan inhaled sharply. Did Evan have to stand that close? Honestly, for someone that had originally wanted him to leave, he wasn't leaving him any options. It wasn't terribly awkward — Euan didn't have personal space issues like most people — but the whole... murder-thing was slightly off-putting. Alright, more than slightly off-putting.
And then Evan asked about Voldemort, snapping Euan back to the present situation like a rubber band.
"What!?" He yelped, eyes widening. "Are you mental? Of course, I don't!" He wiggled his arms against the counter, forearms already partially-exposed from the way he was positioned. "See? Bare as a baby's bottom."