There was a strange sort of undercurrent here which Molly couldn't quite catch. She knew when a man was interested in her, and she likewise knew it often didn't take much; Molly was very aware of how she looked, and comfortable, confident in her own skin.

But she'd been carefully trying not to give him the wrong impression - it certainly wasn't that he wasn't attractive. The man was a dead ringer for Boromir. That wasn't the issue. The issue was that he was from the Napoleonic era and that they were in an otherworldy prison village. As much as she might joke about it with Harry, Molly knew there was a time and place and the implications of the Napoleonic era were not lost on her. Talk about opportunity for crossed wires.

So for now she just remained... open to the undercurrents.

"It sounds good." Except... why was he eating rabbits? And the poor rabbits.

"It also sounds like you've been camping out."