Incorrigible is often a word that can accurately describe Tonks. So when he blushes, she grins impishly and points something out both quickly and casually. "You're cute when you blush like that." It's the truth and it's a tease at the same time.

But she moves on easily, the action nothing more than simply carrying on their conversation. "I was a bit of a Hat Stall. Not a long one..four or five minutes? But it said I'd do well in any of the Houses." Hers is a blatant mimicry at times, a game created at a young age to see how far her innate abilities could go, a kinder version of Remus' forced shapeshifting, this one allowing for agency. But Tonks also picks things up from others, each person offering a plethora of colors to allow her to paint her own picture how she wants.

She laughs at the turnabout of the question, immediately replying with a silly answer. "I can do fancy card shuffling. I'll trip over air, but the cards will dance and never fly out of place." It's true, but not as insightful an answer as his was. So she shimmies a little bit in her seat, thinking of a proper reply.

It takes a minute. While she doesn't mess with false modesty and knows she's good at things, she doesn't really think of herself as having any talents, per se. Not outside the obvious one that lets her change her appearance. "I like to think that I've a knack for puzzles? I like figuring things out. Dead helpful as an Auror."