There was no admission of foul deeds or unpleasant habits — just a continuous, oblivious wave of charm. It looked like Bragi would not discover anything pointedly unattractive about Eugene Scamander, so he'd have to try a new tact. And he had one in mind:

Just... act... normal.

"Well, she's certainly landed on her paws", he observed warmly as Mr Scamander told him Ginger's backstory; from a breeder's illegal possession to little Ministry tyke with a friendly shoulder for a perch.

"Oh, I've always wanted to live in Britain", Bragi enthused in response to the question, tucking away his wand as he finished vanishing the last of the salad (it was no great loss). "Denmark is very nice, but I grew up reading British literature and dreamed of being inside those books. From the Yorkshire moors of Wuthering Heights to Walter Scott's lochs and mountains."