Ron frowned. "I'm not a cyclopes," Ron pointed out, making a face, "though that'd explain a few things, I reckon..." But he shakes his head and shrugs.

Laughing slightly, he quirked a brow. "I am being optimistic," he said easily, smirking, "but I'm being realistic, too. You should try it sometime, honestly."

He forces himself to tear his eyes away from her and try to make the rising heat go away. Waching her finger burn into his wrist he swallowed roughly. Her laughing to herself certainly didn't help matters and he felt like he was going to explode on the spot. So he wanted to run, but knew it was useless and all but lost his voice. He could take her if he wanted-- te element of surprise and all-- he'd just nevr do that.

"Yeah, sure," he said uneasily, not liking the emphasis, but continuing, "don't know what that's got to do with this--"