"I guess Muggle Studies is your only hope. Well - I'll read something with you, if you like. We can fit in a chapter here and there." Her hand was still there, which was distracting, but ... less and less so as the moments passed and as he had a sip of his wine, and then another. "Not a textbook, though. I'm afraid I'd have to drop out after about half." He looked back at her unabashedly, for once. She had a very striking look about her, not just her eyes, but her coloring and - and her smile, definitely. It was lovely, and it was frequent, which was a very nice change.
Her words took him by surprise, though they probably shouldn't have. She seemed very open, to him. "Thank you," he said at first, mostly automatically, clearly a little amused - it wasn't something anyone heard every day. "... Really?" They were just ... brownish, as far as he knew. Not like hers, which were the kind of eyes you noticed as soon as you saw someone. "I mean - I prefer yours, without question." That ... didn't sound too stupid. Maybe.