"I really do enjoy the company of like minded individuals, even more so when they are so beautiful." He hated the weaker blood of the others and hated being forced to live like being a pureblood was a bad thing. He was immensely proud of his blood and everything it stood for. "We should be proud of our blood and not mingle it with those who are below us."
"How old are you today, Mistress Greengrass?" he teased lightly, "Twelve?" he broke off and contemplated her, "You are far too beautiful and composed to be so young, I would guess 19?" She was still far too young for him to flirting with and he cringed inwardly. "I am the same, Quidditch and practise. I find life to be a little boring, I need something to spice it up." He gave her a slightly flirtatious look and took a sip of his drink. "How about you? How has life been treating you?"