Paul felt awkward. Before he could answer young Tory, his uncle was out here and FUSSING. The Herbologist's cheeks blushed, and he averted his gaze. He hadn't meant to get the boy in trouble, and he felt a little bad.

"Ah--I am Paul Myers, m'boy," he said softly, before looking over at Julien. "Er...well I just brought you this plant...as a welcome gift. I don't have to see you at all--I don't want to take up your time with your nephew!" He smiled nervously (and guiltily) and wondered where this would put Gryffindor now...in the negatives already, too.