Hermione appreciated that she didn't get genuine smiles out of Percy all that often. He wasn't nearly as grin-y as the twins or even Ron. (Then again, the grins she got from Ron may have been for a very, very different reason.)
"Very well." Hermione said with a nod. "Have you met my husband, Jim? He's around... somewhere." She couldn't say something like 'I think you'd like him' because Jim may have been a bit of an acquired taste.