The mock shock on Dino's face couldn't hide his absolutely gleeful grin. 'Ach, I've made ya notorious, is what I've done. Yer probably battin' them off with a stick, all the people who want yer autograph. And the lads, too,' he said, wiggling his eyebrows. No one was asking him for anything, least of all his autograph. And not a nice lad in sight, but oh well.
'I don't keep track,' he replied, suddenly growing a bit red. Fortunately the darkness hid that well enough. He did keep track. It was more a point of pride for him, though. Sort of. It depended who he was talking to. With Cris, sure. With his parents? He was a bit ashamed. Orla made him toe that line. 'Ach, it's less than that bleedin' Potter, that's for sure.'
And now you steal away
Take him out today
Nice work you did
You're gonna go far, kid