When it was obvious that she wasn't going right back to bed, he gave the barest hint of a nod and slipped past her to head into the living room. If they were going to talk, he was going to park his arse on the couch first and get comfortable.
"Terrible," he said shortly, giving an annoyed snort. "I'm getting ready to quit. It's impossible to work there without someone accusing someone else of un-Wizardly behaviour." The only thing stopping him was, well.
Where else was he going to work? What else could he do? Quidditch was just a hobby.
"But I don't want to talk about that. What are these guilty thoughts you're having?" He inched over on the sofa to give her enough room to join him there.