"Straight? Miles?" Scarlett snorted at the thought. "I'd say Miles is more of an equal opportunist but then again I wouldn't know being a female. I should think he'd probably try anybody once."
She grinned. "Yes, rise above. Besides, it's a manor. Manors are supposed to be elegant and stately and homes," she pointed out. "I'd be living at my castle if my ghastly parents actually cared one whit about me. I really am very lucky that Miles doesn't mind me being around if I think about it," she said.
"Oh, a stupid little twit then?" she asked, laughing. "If you really want to make a scene and I'm there, I'll go and flirt with him. When do I ever pass up the opportunity to make somebody else look like a fool?"
She almost tensed when he went for her hair, glad that her Glamours were in place. Although they'd been doubtful, the scar had gone down somewhat, enough that she could cover it with a mixture of Muggle make-up and magic. "If my instincts were that good, I'd have my memory," she said honestly. "But maybe I will. It surely can't hurt."