"If you'd like me to," she drawled in her ever-improving attempt at a Texan accent. She gently brushed a smudge of dirt from his cheek and then kissed the spot. "Any other requests from the Quidditch hero? We've got some celebrating to do tonight at the pub..." She trailed off an arched an eyebrow flirtatiously at him, leaving him to fill in the blanks of the post-bar festivities.