Why does she looks amused? Because Hermione is mortified at - if nothing else - not being able to improvise worth a damn when these sort of things catch her by surprise. She doesn't appreciate the how good I am in the sack, not when it makes her blush beet red.

"Because," she cuts in, kind of squeaky, "I didn't want them to remember a bunch of Riftwatchers coming in and leaving with their friend." This bit added under her breath. "And there was one who looked like he wanted to be your type - or she? I know the beards can happen regardless of - well, anyway."

She hoists Avdig's arm in hers with a bit too much emphasis, and nods towards the barrel of rainwater. "Let's get you some closure from this tragically short relationship."