Daphne gave him a bright smile, nodding. "If you keep talking like that, you'll start being the smart one too," she said, laughing, knowing that if anything was going to work with Romilda, it would be what he'd just suggested. "I'll see what I can do."
She finished off her glass of wine, and Daphne found herself just a bit tipsier than she would have normally been off of only one glass. Perhaps she'd lost more weight in two weeks than even she had thought.
Daphne bit at her bottom lip, smirking ever so slightly. She laughed when his fingers went to his robes, and he began to undo them. "Is that a challenge, Mr. Bletchley?" she asked flirtatiously, her hand coming up to her shoulder to push away one of the sleeves of her robes.