"Excruciatingly exciting." He took a final drag on the cigarette and then tossed it to the ground, extinguishing it with the sole of his highly polished black boot. It was never polite to smoking in front of a witch who did not. "Seeing as I'd already finished my share," he half raised the now nearly empty glass, "I was just wondering how many bottles of champagne I could sneak out of here before getting caught."
"Besides, miss, I can assure you that had I indeed caused you to drop your bottle, I would have fetched you another. Reparo is not always the best answer."