Romilda was disappointed. Adrian had seemed perfect for her. Stupid teaching. But he was right. She needed attention and pampering. And it was good of him to acknowledge that he couldn't give that to her up front.
"No, she works for Mother London. It's one of the best advertising agencies in the UK. She works on the Coca-Cola account," Romilda said, confused and then it clicked. "She's a Muggle." She wondered what his reaction would be to that.
"Well, if you think that you cannot handle me, I'm afraid my secrets will remain deep and dark," she murmured. "And it's very fortuitous that I'm not your student."
She let her fingers toy with the waist of his trousers. "You must be terribly stressed, from dealing with all those students," she said, "I could help...ease your tension."