The giggle coming from his heretofore-assumed-male companion leaves Antonin feeling rather wrong-footed. He doesn't want to ask, however, because after all, some people just have strange laughs.

Instead, he focuses on the question and shakes his shaggy head. "Kept it all to myself. No one cares much for Barty, you see. He -" He pulls a grimace, as though trying to figure out just how to explain Barty. "He did this thing with his tongue."

He mimics the darting motion with his own tongue, exaggerating it, his eyes going wide with each swipe. "Like cracking your knuckles, but he did it during conversations."

And this was good reason for selling Barty to a hag for three galleons and not sharing the resulting purchases.