Morag smiled. Tilting her head to the side, she gave him a flirtatious flutter of eyelashes. 'Maybe if you win enough, we can toss it on the bed and roll around in it for a bit!' She giggled at the joke. 'I've heard people say they'd like to do that. Is it very much fun?' She thought it sounded a bit, well, strange....
'You know the reaction I had to house-elves when I was little. It would break the elves' hearts, I'm sure, but we have to be at least aware that our daughter may inherit something similar. Gabrielle is only part veela so she doesn't cause the same reaction in me.' She grinned sheepishly. 'Well, she is pretty...' she said to excuse herself. 'Young, though. But she's fun. I'd much rather shop with her than with Draco,' she admitted.
'Are you going to play some more?' she asked. 'I've been enjoying the conversation here at the bar,' she added, giving him a look that she hoped he could interpret.