He couldn't help but let out a little laugh as she implied that she was still enjoying it. She had the glow of youth, and her enjoyment of the season had not been chased out of her by lines of obnoxious suitors; that was good to hear. Ladies who were still upbeat about the whole situation were always more fun.

Harrison nodded, "Yes, I definitely would have guessed you as a fellow Ravenclaw." he felt like you could often tell these things. It mattered very little in the grand scheme of things, but that leathery old hat had a lot to answer for in its long-term effects on society.

Admiring her steps (and her beauty), he considered her question back to him about the results and whether she should win. "The way wagers work, typically you are the one who chooses your prize..." he thought a moment. "But if I might suggest, you wager my suite for the night. Of course, I shall ensure to be noted spending the night with my valet and not trouble your propriety. But it is a very nice suite and we'll stocked with champagne and fruits." he made sure to mention that he did not intend to be there, this was a bit of a fun and interesting way for him to demonstrate that he had the disposable means not to care about an expensive hotel room, it was not an offer to throw her reputation to the dogs.

The last few steps of the music ended, and he slipped his arm gently around her waist and held her for a few seconds for the final pose.