Dominique looked up. "I know that," she snapped before shaking her head. "I'm sorry, you'll have to forgive me. Family drama heaped onto a slight hangover on top of a hearty appetite. When I said peckish earlier I didn't mean literally, but hey, you never know, do you?"
"And trying not to get me out of my clothes would normally be considered an admirable trait when it comes to my father, but he's too blinded by other factors." Age being one of them. As well as the fact that they had both been too blinded to think straight. "I'm sorry he has to be so blind at the moment..." she trailed off.
"And you do know, you don't exactly have to be polite. I was on the Quidditch team during school, I guarantee I've heard worse from some of the guys there. Or from the men at the Leaky. My poor precious ears won't start to bleed." Dominique shrugged. She didn't mind being treated like a precious object every once and awhile, but she was more than that. She was tough, as this most recent event illustrated.
"I don't want whatever we have to end," Dominique said, brushing some hair out of her face. "I liked the pace we had before. I don't want to change that. If we figure out that it's not going to work, I'd rather do it on our terms, not anyone else's. But..." she trailed off. "My father basically gave me an ultimatum."
Dominique paused for a few minutes, considering her next statement. "Either I end it, or he ends it for me, mainly by going after your job. I don't know how he'd go about that, but he's a smart man. And before you say anything else, I want you to be aware that I don't think I'm more important than your career."