"Pity, that." He laughed, shaking his head. "I don't need to know anything about my sister in relation to any sort of carrying on, thanks. But yes, I am quite sure that I'm her brother." He raked a hand back through his hair, a nervous habit he'd never really managed to rid himself of.
"Oh, now, that's just not on, woman. You can't tell me that my sister's telling tales about me and then refuse to elaborate." He gave her a hurt look. "Surely you can at least reassure me that she isn't telling anything that's going to ruin my chances with any hot witch in Britain, the way you girls spread gossip around."