Archer already knew he was silly. He wasn't like normal children who could get through a regular conversation without anxiously stuttering out his words. No matter how many times he practiced, even with those he didn't fumble around, he couldn't seem to rein it in. Other children didn't get so nervous in class that they felt like they were about to faint, even though he knew the material and could do the spells more than competently in private. Other children made friends readily and didn't scare them away by their oddness.

No, he wasn't going to deny he was silly.

"I-I didn't...I didn't steal it. I-if that's what you mean." He'd purchased it fair and square, but he couldn't exactly tell her that. Muggles didn't go out buying what likely looks to be a random stick. However, he didn't need her alerting the police that he was some sort of thief. Maybe if he just showed it to her properly, Annie would get off his case. "It...it's really just a...a play thing. I-If I show you, you have to...to promise not to t-touch it."

If Archer wasn't the honest type, he might have supplied Annie with a false name. Really, it would have been the sensible thing to do, since she was likely a muggle he wouldn't ever see again. However, he was a nice boy who thought it rude to pretend he was someone else, "I-I'm Archer Belby."