"You do that," he hummed in agreement, jerking his chin up in an assured nod. She was a means to an end. A conveniently-placed pawn in the pursuit of some precious new possessions. At least, that was what he was trying to tell himself. That was how this encounter ought to have gone: he had realised her potential, and nothing more.
Except. He was still suffering a flicker of that feeling, the flutter in his chest. An itch of interest. Like he wouldn't hate spending some more time with her, and getting to hear her trash talk some more Hufflepuffs. That sort of thing. He pictured her showing him round the nooks and crannies of the - unquestionably dingy, she was presumably poor as dirt - shop with a faraway sort of smirk on his face.
He did his best to snap out of it. "I look forward to it," Kristoffer said anyway, a little too sincere for his usual modus operandi - but decisively, too, securing the arrangement in stone; he'd hold her to that, now, and that was all the excuse he needed. Hopefully Miss Borgin wouldn't disappoint.
Except. He was still suffering a flicker of that feeling, the flutter in his chest. An itch of interest. Like he wouldn't hate spending some more time with her, and getting to hear her trash talk some more Hufflepuffs. That sort of thing. He pictured her showing him round the nooks and crannies of the - unquestionably dingy, she was presumably poor as dirt - shop with a faraway sort of smirk on his face.
He did his best to snap out of it. "I look forward to it," Kristoffer said anyway, a little too sincere for his usual modus operandi - but decisively, too, securing the arrangement in stone; he'd hold her to that, now, and that was all the excuse he needed. Hopefully Miss Borgin wouldn't disappoint.
