He'd heard mention of a potion and the idea of a soulmate was... absurd. At least to him. He wasn't so sure he believed anything like that could possibly happen and why would anyone want that? "What if you hate your soulmate?" he said, amused. "I don't really understand the point. You're right, though. It takes the mystery out of it. If you believe in that sort of thing." He shrugged and took a swig of ale. "Personally I think it's a waste of time."
Clint watched her pour her tea, amused. It always seemed to make her so happy. It was comforting. He was more of an ale or firewhisky drinker but to each their own. "I think I can managed without your proceeds," he said, rolling his eyes playfully. Really? His vault was overflowing and he didn't worry about money.
He groaned, dropping his head in his hands. "I'm sure they'll ask me to pose with a strategically placed quaffle." Actually, he wasn't to adverse to that but at the same time... it wasn't exactly the most appealing of sorts but it would get publicity. He sighed. "Who knows?" he said, idly tracing the back of her hand. "Somethings bound to present itself. However, if I don't get out of my Warrington Place... I may kill someone and then it'll all be decided for me."