"I fear I'd make an even more terrible debutante than I did gentleman of leisure." Neither would suit him and he'd given the latter an honest go. He needed something of a challenge, to keep his mind occupied and his hands busy. He'd been fortunate enough to have enough financial support to survive a quidditch career and now that it was up, he just couldn't seem to get away from the sport.

Humming out a little noise of agreement, Becks eyed Miss Pendergast carefully, though with a smile. "Certainly you have hobbies to occupy your time?" He didn't mean it as an accusation if she didn't but even the most zealous of debutantes must have had something else to do with themselves. There weren't events like this every night after all. "Speaking of accidental exercise, would you care to dance?" He saw his mother giving him the look and though it wasn't his only motivation to ask, as he was quite enjoying their conversation, it was a push to move from her line of sight.