His smile didn't waiver, "You're sure?" he whispered to her before raising his voice a tad, "Your boss doesn't like when I come in and distract her workers from working. Completely unintentional, of course."
Michael had chosen the book simply for a closer look. The dancing figure had caught his eye.
"Of course I don't mean to, Megan," he said with a small jut of his lip, his blue eyes twinkling, before reforming to his carefree grin, "Can I help that there's only so much of me to go around?"
"I prefer Michael," the dark haired male said with a small smirk gracing his lips, "but Megsy likes to live out her Hogwarts days as much as she can, so I let her call me Mikey," he teased.