"Oh! In that case," he walked up to the woman and began rubbing her head, "I welcome you into my personal bubble. Now, what did the number come to? The stairs I mean. Such a very important mission and hopefully you successfully completed it! Information like that could be very significant one day - how many did you conclude with?"

Rubbing the dust off his arms he acted macho and masculine as if the fall hadn't humiliated him in the slightest, chewing on the carrot as if he were Bug's Bunny (and as if Bug's Bunny existed in the magical world of 'pure'bloods). "I'm fine, no sweat... or no worries... whatever you prefer. You are a nurse afterall so you must be fond of good hygiene, so I shall stick with no worries as sweat is a rather disgusting bodily function when you think about it... and it smells... nothing worse than excreting smelly liquids... and why would anyone want to use the word of a smelly bodily function in a sentence?" he was rambling, by Merlin, he was really rambling.