Greg wouldn't have known how to answer if he'd wanted to, so he clamped his mouth shut and tried to forget that she said something about him having a nice smile. He didn't have a nice smile, he didn't have a nice anything. And maybe she was really just having a laugh at him this whole time?
He hated trying to sort things like this out.
So he ignored it and tried to stop blushing and ordered himself not to smile again so he wouldn't have to think about it. "You think they like serving people?" He looked towards the kitchen door. "I dunno about all that. They're a bit too frantic about it, aren't they? I mean, if that makes sense. And all that with the ironing their own hands and poking themselves in the eyes if they do something wrong...that ain't normal. That don't seem like anything anyone would ever want to do."
He didn't know much about nice smiles or talking to girls, but he knew a bit about doing what he was told. He knew what it was like to think that if he didn't follow an order right he would get hurt bad for it. That was the only times in his life he'd ever been so eager to obey like the house elves always were.
"I think they think if they don't do everything right and proper, they're gonna get punished for it. More than they punish themselves." He turned back to her, heaved his wide shoulders in a shrug. "But I dunno. I'm probably wrong."
He nodded towards the back door leading through to the kitchens. Best not to think about how nice she looked when she smiled or nothing useless like that. "Right. Better go on if we're getting early supper, then. Soon enough its gonna be regular dinner time and the elves'll all be too busy."