Diana jerked her hand away from him, which sent him toppling backwards again, considering how he'd been using it to help him keep his balance as he rose from the floor. "Sod you, you stupid prat!" She backed away from him, as if she was afraid of catching something from him -- something such as 'proper Pureblood status', which she knew she still deserved -- but ah well, there was a MADMAN in charge of Britain now, and she certainly wasn't going to even pretend to support him by accepting one of his follower's filiations as her own!
"I mean, HONESTLY, Matty, did you really think you could just come waltzing in here to spirit me away to a better life? The Good Catholic Life you'd assume I wanted, or even deserved? Sod you and fuck your morals, Matty! Get out of my flat! NOW, s'il te plait!"