"My dad did, anyway." He took up a bit of orange, watching her with a curious smile. "And I spent quite a lot of time with Muggles, when I was doing my research ... It's a bad habit, I guess. You'd think I'd have adapted, by now." He accepted the pineapple, letting his hand rest on hers for a moment as he took it from her. "But it's ... well, it's not so inconvenient, clearly."
He wanted to shoot I like you back at her at once, to obliterate any doubt there might have been, but it would have sounded foolishly repetitive. He didn't know if it was the wine that was fogging his brain or something else, but he couldn't think of the right thing to say to save his life. "I'm glad," he let out before he had really thought about it. "I mean ..." He ate his pineapple, to give himself time to think. "I like you, too. You're very ... intriguing." Oh, good. Marvelous. Putting that education to good use, aren't we.