"I'm sure you can find plenty of people. You're good looking, young. I'm sure plenty of people would want to go out with you." Stephen grinned. "I'm not, and you can mock me all you want. I won't even tease you if you're wrong... much."
Stephen's mouth opened but no sound came out. "Fuck, you're serious. That's... that's barbaric. You don't get any time to enjoy yourself." He made a face when she went on, because it was horrible. He couldn't imagine getting married like that. "I think that's really ... Look, I understand that lineage and family is important for you, but you should find someone you love, someone you want, someone who makes your skin tingle and sends butterflies in your stomach."
He smiled. "I'm not sure that's correct from a medical standpoint. Half-bloods seem to be more powerful. Whether it's genetic or whether it's because they work harder to fit in two worlds, I don't know. I was more interested in your take, not the book. So let me ask you the opposite. Why do you think purebloods are better?" He chuckled. "No, not a bible nor an etiquette book." He started to laughed when she talked about the third date. "Dinner at mine, out shopping, Easter at home and now this. I protest that we haven't shagged yet."