"It's surely in the triple digits." Sara chuckled, not even going to try to attempt an exact guess of how many people Claire had bedded. The number, if Claire even knew it herself, would surely be staggering.
As the silence filled the room, Sara shifted, still a bit restless and anxious from the potion. She brought her finger to her lips to chew on the edge of skin around her nail, an old habit that often left the areas around her nails a bloody mess.
"I'm sorry about that." Sara said, more sympathizing with the fact rather than actually apologizing for something. "But you have other friends in the other houses, yeah?"