Rhett watched as her cheeks turned a shade of pink, each time she blushed was more exciting than the last. She walked the line between exquisite beauty and charming adorableness, effortlessly—and the cowboy didn't know where to have her. He had to admit, there was something special about Diagon Alley that captured a sense of magic he hadn't yet known. While the people around him were not his countrymen, they were more than that in a way, and he hadn't experienced such a concentration of magical folk since his schooling years. The atmosphere had him more alert and attentive than usual, and that was saying a great deal, as nothing got by the auror. That being said, it made each blush appear, at least to him, as the first and last sunrise of his life. Perhaps that was too much weight to attach to such a thing, but Rhett didn't do anything by halves.

He nodded in agreement when she offered to show him around. “That sounds lovely, Ms. Chevalier, honestly. You have made my afternoon.” When she went on to explain her intentions concerning mannerisms and the sort, a part of him regretted hearing those words. He found the thought of her scolding him here an there for some slip in decorum to be little exciting. There was something about the image of this small woman, her eyes aflame with dignity and scandal tongue-lashing him for being an 'unmannerly and vulgar cur' or some such thing, that amused the hell out of him. He thought it best to add getting 'thoroughly scolded' by Tabitha to his mental checklist, right beneath 'making her giggle'. Outwardly, he only nodded.

He didn't know about the shame she carried, or that she struggled daily with a part of herself that she was less than proud of. Had he known such a thing, he could've perhaps said something to put her at ease, to let her know it didn't matter a bit more than anything to him. Rhett laughed when she mentioned the Leaky Cauldron, and it was a deep and pleasant sort of laugh, the kind that was unforced and genuine. As his laughter faded, a smile was left behind that reached his eyes and he cocked his head to the side like an inquisitive beagle, ”Ms. Chevalier, did you just make a joke?” He said before taking another spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. When they had both finished, he stood and returned his hat to its proper place.

“Allow me, darlin'.” Rhett said, placing one hand on the back of her chair and his other stretched out for her to take, so that he could assist her in standing from the table.