The click of the door made her spin around and there he was, in that damned suit and looking down on her in that way that only he could.
"I... I don't have the foggiest, Malfoy," she used his sir name I a response to her own. She didn't like the distance she felt like it put between them.
"it would appear to be a room with a lovely bed and a warm fire?" she suggested dryly.