He has a lovely laugh. It's a little flirtatious, but it feels natural, almost accidental. It's clear he doesn't know Harry and isn't trying very hard to get on his good side, in his bed, or in his wallet. It's just a laugh and just a conversation and that's nice.

"Library studies," he echoes, with a little frown. No judgement. He just doesn't know what it is. "Never heard of that. What do they teach you in library studies?" For all his toughness, Harry doesn't mind admitting he doesn't know something and is always willing to learn.