"I think you judge the Slytherin blokes harder than you should. We can't all be so charming as say, Flint, or Bulstrode- oops!" he clapped a hand over his mouth, grinning wickedly. Despite the fact that he still wasn't sure Milicent wasn't a bloke. No girl should be built that much like the Goyles. "I rarely, if ever, say anything I don't mean. And I don't just give out compliments like candy. What other insightful ideas do you have about my lips, anyway?"
He watched her eye the black robe disinterestedly, shrugging gracefully, "Yes, I know every witch should supposedly have one, but I believe one should stand out a little more. And besides, black at a wedding is just distasteful, not to mention a direct insult to the bride." He strode to another, very expensive-looking, almost silver robe with deep blue trim nearby, "I suggest this. Usually people's first instinct with red hair is to dress in green, but I think the grey will let your hair speak for itself. And the blue will make your eyes unbelievably gorgeous. Besides, half the women that see would kill to have it." He signaled a help witch to take it down and begin a fitting.