Before he took a seat, Becks summoned a waiter and asked for a couple of drinks, slipping the man a couple of coins for his trouble. "Ah such is the life of a quidditch player. We're either adored by fans or run through the mill." He sighed dramatically. It would be a lie to say he'd managed to keep his name off the lips of ladies who liked to gossip, but as far as he knew it was mostly harmless talk of his superior flirting skills. As far as he knew. Rommy had just been teasing him about his debutante following at the Sandition Soiree earlier in the month. He didn't mind, it was good for the ego.

"Has my name come up in conversation then?" He posed the question with a quirked eyebrow, leaning back comfortably in his seat. They had a little history after all, was she regaling her friends with their adventures? He wasn't accusing her of gossiping, but he was curious to know if he was the topic of discussion here and there. His own mother was usually the source, which was a point of contention, but he couldn't stop her, not at this point in his life.