Lisette? He frowned, trying to figure out just what Gloria meant. He'd not done a thing to anyone, unless you counted the Hufflepuff boy who he had been forced to stuff into a suit of armor when the boy threatened to run off and tell Madam Sprout that he'd been taking flowers from the Greenhouses. Somehow he doubted that Gloria would know about that and if she did, well, who could possibly blame him for putting the twat in his place? No one, that's who. Everyone in their year, at least all the boys, knew that Geoffrey was a bit of a tell all and there were loads of boys who'd claim that Connor had been with them when (not if) Geoffrey went and told about being shoved into the suit of armor. 

But Lisette? That midget person? "Why'd I want to do anything to her?" he asked, truly bewildered and then Lisette was there and he was sure that she'd meant him to overhear her unkind words. Frowning at her, he got some of his nerve back. 

"Maybe you should leave," he snapped at her. "I didn't ask you to come. I wanted to talk to Gloria. Without you or some other stupid girls around," he said, only aware after the words had come out that maybe he shouldn't have said it just like that. "I just...I mean," he turned his gaze to Gloria and held the crushed flowers out to her again, "I...here...I wanted you to have them. They weren't so...crushed...before."