Ginny rolled her eyes, not deigning to answer that with an actual response. There was no point in arguing with him over this. No one was going to win. Their combined stubbornness was overwhelming.
The redhead took his foot from his hand and began examining it. "Fecking hell. How far did you go with the tip in your foot?" She asked, shooting him a worried glance. This was going to hurt and he was going to blame her. She began wiping at it with the damp rag she'd brought with her, trying to keep it from hurting too much right away.
"You ought to have decked the ponce." Ginny said, trying to keep him a little distracted as she worked. "And kept track of your shoes. Arse probably took 'em." She scowled thinking about some of those servants.