Isaac stared at her for the longest moment, his brain completely confused at the way she had reacted. He raised his hand to the cheek she had smacked, the spot beginning to burn as he stood there staring at her. "What the fuck?" He asked as he took a step back away from her. "I was trying to make conversation about the fact that you probably get hit on a lot by Quidditch players and you smack me for it?" His voice was incredulous and held a bit of anger to it.
"You mistake me, Davis. I would never, ever touch a girl like you." He crossed his arms over his chest and moved away. "I like my women much more willing and prefer blonde and pureblood anyway." He moved toward the floo. "What time will the broom be done in the morning? I will leave you alone and return later."