He stared at her as she spoke, his mind still trying to catch up that Paris was standing in his doorway. His doorway of his Muggle flat. His Muggle flat that only a handful of individuals knew of. It dawned on him, about midway through her words, that of course she'd know. She'd always been a bit touched in the head, what with the way she followed him about the place at school.

Obviously for him to think that it would change now that they no longer lived in the false bubble of Hogwarts had been a bit presumputuous in his case.

And then she brought up Anjali. Oh, not by name. He was sure she wouldn't have the moxy to do that. Still, she brought it up. That had him glowering at her in utter silence as she looked about his flat and called him 'independent'.

"So. Look. You see me. Now, go." It was as clear an invitation to leave as one could give, outside of a gentle shove down the steps. He was fairly sure she'd need that if he really wanted her to leave.