He's noticed that, too. He wouldn't be nearly so bold as to try to claim he saw the smart, talented girl underneath all along, but. Well. Harry can tell when someone else is putting on an act. They never really ran in the same circles back when she lived on the Isle, but he's certainly glad he's not getting the airhead now.

He leans in to look at the page, tilting his head so his chin brushes her shoulder. He grins then, sharp and toothy.

"Not afraid of heights, are yeh?" he purrs, batting his lashes at her.