He laments the distance between them now, covering it by going back to his own tea. Ah well, the moment is gone.

"And what makes you think the current Defense professor is going to just give up their post?" His eyebrows raise at the idea of getting drunk, but less so about the thought of writing an embarrassing letter to the Headmistress begging for a job when he's already got one that's serving him well. He just needs to be a bit more grateful is all. How many people would kill to be in his position at the Ministry?

But he can't deny the idea is taking root in his head. "I've got some wine in the storeroom if you like. We can take it up to what used to be the drawing room. Give you the opportunity to see the changes."