Marlene turned around toward him, and crossed her legs, the shirt doing little to cover her more than her knickers. "Right, and we have established that we can't have sex, not when things are so fresh for Peter. You know, too bad you were bleeding out or we could have shagged before anyone told me," she said, laughing.
"Like what? How do you see him? And how were you like?" she asked, curious. "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want to, but don't expect me to stop asking questions. I do it to all my friends. You can ask questions, too if you want to know something."
She snorted. "Yes, you really sound like you want to cry on their behalf, and as I said, don't worry about Peter. We'll figure it out."
Marlene shrugged. "It's not a tricky question. You are or aren't. Either is fine. I can't imagine any of us are doing what we thought we would. I wanted to save the world. I never thought I'd be doing it by getting men to lust over me and give me information. I was the only woman in the division who'd do it. They handed me the hardest cases, while I was thinking that I was a whore. Shit happens, we deal, but my grandfather always said that being a pureblood is more than blood lines. It's knowing that we make our choices without having to justify ourselves."