Somehow, his repeated use of tiny auror didn't irritate her as much as the first mention had. Perhaps it was because of her continued use of oaf (which he undoubtedly was). Or, the more likely case, she was simply becoming too tipsy to care. Fallon was a competent auror regardless of her height, and she needed reassurance from no one.

The heat of his gaze (was it heat? Or was she just so inexperienced with men that a simple look over was interpreted as heat?) had her reaching for her glass. His own attractiveness had distracted her from doing her job properly once already, Fallon refused to waste any more time thinking about his handsome smile. Even if she was presently free to think of whatever whimsical thought she wished.

"No need," she replied as casually as she could manage. "Might as well sit here and watch me enjoy the beer you purchased." It was her turn to laugh as she raised her glass and took another drink.