She gave him one. He took it gently, twitching his nose as he did so. This was a little trick he had when he was pleased.
“You can smoke it here, if you like.”
“Grazie, Signora.”
He lit it gravely and took a whiff. Then he said:
“The Signorina is outside.”
“Is she?”
Hermione looked towards the window.
“It is a lovely night.”
“Si, Signora.”
He took another whiff, and turned his great eyes here and there, looking about the room. Hermione began to wonder what he had to say to her. She was certain that he had come to her for some reason other than just to ask if she had need of him.