"Why?" Romilda asked curiously. Not because she wasn't going to tell him, but simply because she wanted to know why he wanted to know. Was he interested in developing his own sixth sense? Or, to use the word that one of her cousins had lent her, her gaydar. The same cousin that she'd first called out on his gayness.
She stepped closer, looking up at him. "I don't know, really. It's not anything you do, or the way you look. Although you are much better dressed than some, but there are some well-dressed men around that I can't ever see snogging a boy. Shame, that," she added offhandedly. "Anyway, I don't know. Just a sixth sense, like I said."