She left him with a tinge of warmth blossoming around his eye as she pulled her fingers away. Roger managed to suppress the urge to grab her fingers and pull them back, because he didn't want to push his luck quite yet. "Hardly, love, but we can settle it later." It was very likely he was going to get somewhat drunk and end up alone that night...but nope, he still didn't have any expectations that night. It was easier to not be disappointed that way, was his way of thought.
But that wouldn't stop him from trying to get into her pants. She was right fit and he would have been insane to ever stop trying for as long as she seemed willing to indulge him. He was a Ravenclaw, so he knew he wasn't just imagining that she seemed a tiny bit interested in him as well. Would she have been there otherwise?
"Why Angelina," he said, looking somewhat scandalized when he wasn't in the least. "It would be a tasteful shoot. Nothing like what they did with us Men of Quidditch." He wasn't naked in it because it was always good to leave a little to the imagination, but he wasn't exactly covered from head to toe in Quidditch robes. Key articles of clothing had been missing and only a well placed Quaffle had been the only thing to keep him decent. "You'll just have to buy the calendar to find out," he said with a wink. "I'll personally come by to sign it at your place, if you like."