That wasn't how she'd taken his statement at all. Which, she sighed, was probably for the best. She wasn't going to let Montague get the wrong idea even if his mind hadn't went there originally. "Well, you're wrong. I don't and I didn't care for what you were insinuating." Even if he was insinuating something else entirely.
The mental picture of her throwing Montague out of her shop was too much to resist. Spiteful enough, she could have closed her floo and let him find his own way home during curfew in the middle of patrol hour. It was just too tempting. But bad for business. "Then I'll encourage you to go find one of your simpering blondes." Tracey ignored his back pedal and returned to her work despite her small yawn and the fact that her eyes were growing more bloodshot. "Don't bother returning. I'll have the broom owl-delivered as soon as I'm finished."