Macnair is always so polite, was Basil’s first thought when the other answered him. His tone of voice was quiet too, making him approachable despite any slight oddity about him. Basil had heard many things over the years about Agrimony Macnair and so far, form his experience, not a single one of them had proven true. He was a delightful person, likely cast in a terrible light because he was different. Basil knew a little bit about that himself. Offering the other a slightly lopsided little smile, still heavy from awkwardness, Basil replied: “About the same.” They were quiet then for another moment, and he watched as whatever it was Macnair was fiddling with continued in its inevitable progression. He considered for a moment asking if he could just sit and watch, or read, but that seemed remarkably rude and… likely, odd. Basil didn’t know why he was looking for an excuse to linger anyhow; he had splendid plans with his texts in the common room.
Deciding that was that, he turned to go.