He was listening. Or trying. There were a number of points he was already disagreeing with. He didn't think more of himself - he rarely did. He found himself worried about others all the time; he was the softie of the Watkins clan. And she hadn't brought it up once; nor had he gone out of his way to ask about her homework. That was entirely her affair. If anything, he'd been holing himself away in the Hufflepuff commons just to avoid discussion about homework or theories or anything of the like. Mai was really the only one he'd ever regularly done homework with as it was and their system had always been to just ignore each other. There was, sometimes, practicals he'd work on with Joel, but those didn't really count. 

But then, all the things he was considering saying, all the apologies and the corrections and the making up he was thinking on, it all rather went out to the window, and so did his ability to listen to her speak. 

She took a bite of his sandwich.

She took it off his plate and she took a bite of it. 

And she made a face.

Really, anything she said after that, he found it hard to follow. But he did catch about her tits and his socks. Standing up, he glowered at her. "How about you just don't worry about it anymore and run around topless," he snapped, before he was making a show of pushing his socks down. "And go stick it in your ear," he added, for good measure before he was turning on his heel and heading out of the kitchen. If he wanted a bloody lecture, he'd go sit in Binns class. That, at least, might be entertaining at the least.Â