"Erm..." Ginny was trying to think of something...anything. "I'm plotting ways to kill Rookwood in his sleep, if you'd like to add any ideas?" She ignored his question of how she was planning on doing it and just shook her head.
"It'll be fine. Go look at something other than me and your foot." She warned. She was going to have to squeeze it out like a splinter and it was going to hurt. It was probably going to hurt worse if he watched.