"A headache?" Scarlett bit her lip so she didn't grin. "Poor baby although moving her in? Wouldn't some sort of potion have sufficed? You're more dramatic than a Gryffindor, darling."
She sighed happily when he kissed her neck, tilting her head back a little. "So now you're tempting me?" she asked, lips curving into a smile. "And there I was thinking you were a gentleman. How happy I am to find out that a rogue still lurks under the exterior."
Scarlett grinned, ideas already in her mind for a party. Masques and games and it would be like some elaborate carnival if she had her way. Much more fun than a stuffy party where nobody enjoyed themselves. "I'm thinking mardi gras with more class," she told him. "And are you sure? I don't want to impose... I can talk to my parents if you're just being kind," she said, hoping he wouldn't agree. She couldn't even recall their faces let alone remember if they liked partying or not.