"Come on! I already told you, it's the biggest no-no in the book of the queerest queer rules of the... rules. No outing someone. And if I can't out you, how the hell can I tell people you sleep with your brother in law? That's like... impossible. Literally 100% impossible with a cherry on top."
She topped off his glass, and sloshed a bit on the table. He looked like he needed a stiff drink. Or possibly twelve, because they'd had that many by now. Maybe. She'd lost count.
"And anyway, as long as I get access to your wheel I'll shut up about anything. Unless you haul any of my friends off to Azkaban. That's a ticket to EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT."
He didn't seem to find that funny. Obviously he wasn't drunk enough.
"I know because your yarn told me," she said solemnly, realising she hadn't answered the question. "You know, the ones we swapped for? It SPEAKS."