"Okay, whatever you want to call it," Romilda said, waving a hand. Terminology wasn't important. "But I know you have a preference for boys."
In fact, his protest only cemented it, for her. She'd known it just looking at him, though to his credit, he hid it well. If hiding it was what he was going for, of course, which she assumed it was. Most people might not have guessed, especially now that he was in a relationship, but most people weren't Romilda Vane.
"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me," she said. "You're not obvious, I have a sixth sense about these things. And I adore Tracey, so I'm glad you love her."