[In a fluid gesture, he bends to bring that same hand to his lips, brushing his mouth across the back of it. For all his lack of manners, there are some hints of chivalry in the bow that follows, in that softer smile and in softer words.

Or perhaps, more simply, this shining knight is simply a very good liar, and a very charismatic fellow all around when he's not busy shoving his ego everywhere.]

Then I will eagerly await the fruits of your labor. Have it sent to my study within the Citadel.

[And thankfully, blessedly, he lets go, and passes her by.]

Look after yourself in the meantime... Hermione.