He nodded, and then stood for a moment, still reluctant to leave. But he knew it was probably for the best, for this first time spent together. And somewhere, deep in his brain, were the lessons that had been relentlessly taught to him by his Gran, about propriety and the proper progress one should take.
"If you will excuse me then," he said, sounding slightly formal but not realizing it. Neville had no other parameters to gauge his actions, or how he should act, and thus deep rooted instruction was taking over.
"I will see you Sunday, Hannah. Good night," he said, looking pleased as he stepped towards the Floo.