His nostrils flare a bit and it takes a bit of willpower not to lower himself to the ground to stare him in the eye. Instead he just folds his arms over his chest, lifting an eyebrow. Talking to Potter isn't a highlight of his life either, but he can't seem to end the conversation for the life of him.

"And in case you've forgotten, so've I." There's a very indignant sound though at the second comment. "Settled all of it?" That's as much of a confirmation as he needs and that bothers him even more so. "Not soon enough, I wager."