'You are kidding me, aren't you?' Morag said. 'How am I supposed to keep up with that? I don't even buy my own clothes most of the time!' she protested. 'They're either something Antonin bought or Draco picked out or my elf picked up!' She threw up her hands at how ludicrous it all was.
She rolled her eyes. 'I've flirted with lots of people,' she protested. 'Not as much any more. Unless they're leggy and blonde,' she amended, giving him a conspiratorial grin. 'And if she wants to talk about flirting, she could stop giving my husband the eye every time he's in the same room as her!'
Morag sat back in her chair. 'You took a close range blasting curse?' she said, impressed. 'Spell-resistant clothing? Shields?'