"Not sure that's a positive trait," Dean mused. "But suppose it's the best we can come up with."
"I already got you started on Divination. You went on for a bit about it. Cute, really. I like listening to you go on about things that irritate you." Dean teased her. Thought it was true. The nose wrinkle that came with her looking down at something was weirdly fetching.
Or maybe he was just mad.
"Generous of you, Greengrass," he murmured, and grinned more widely, leaning in and pressing his mouth against Daphne's in a slow kiss, sweeping back her hair again, and then sliding his hand to the back of her neck.