Neil blushes again. It's hardly the shy, nervous blushing he got the first time that he'd flirted with Guy. No, he just feels rather charmed, the way Harry lays compliments toward him like he's worth that. He sips his wine as well, takes a moment to focus on his food while he continues to smile rather bashfully.

He lets the meal become quiet, but it's hardly uncomfortable, he feels. He hasn't got a reason to fill the silence, and he comes out the other side still smiling.

He drinks his scotch and soda quickly, and then considers topping off his wine. "Thank you," he says, "for having dinner with me. It would have been awfully boring to have to eat by myself."