It was a punch to the ego to find that Kurloz didn't seem to have much more of a reaction than if someone had given him, say, a particularly well made piece of pie. But on the other hand, Herbert figured he'd probably done this a lot. More than the little Ravenclaw, certainly. He tried to gather himself, stop looking like a blushing idiot, and he cleared his throat. At least there wasn't any kind of emotional whiplash with Kurloz, and for that he was grateful. His cock, however, was a little annoyed.

"Thank you for appreciating them, I suppose," he said, letting his hands fall into his lap again, "I've never paid much attention to that kind of thing. It's not usually a priority."