"I don't invite dementors into my bedroom if that's what you're asking," Hestia said. "They're close enough just being out on the street." She nudged Kingsley again with her foot. She'd always gone back and forth with him verbally, but maybe there was something else there, she just wasn't certain. He was more mature than most of the people she had been interested in the past, she wasn't sure what the right move was. And Hestia didn't like being unsure.