A hurt expression immediately crossed on Tychos and settled in at Fords words and deepened even more at Fords tone turning snappish. Ford was not making any sense. His words, though. Tycho gazed at Ford in some thought. Had the young woman in question had veela blood in her? That would explain the whole feeling caught when she was looking at Ford and paying attention to him bit. Or some sort of Potion.
"I'll take your word for it," Tycho said snidely when Ford spoke of how the young woman was such an interesting conversational partner. At the moment, he would not have cared if she were the Queen of England. "You make her sound like she was some sort of Veela or Veela descendant. Or like you got Amortentia into your system somehow." It still hurt to hear Ford talk about how he had adored her even if it had been an artificially induced emotion.
"I'll take your word for it," Tycho said snidely when Ford spoke of how the young woman was such an interesting conversational partner. At the moment, he would not have cared if she were the Queen of England. "You make her sound like she was some sort of Veela or Veela descendant. Or like you got Amortentia into your system somehow." It still hurt to hear Ford talk about how he had adored her even if it had been an artificially induced emotion.
