She tried to stay firm when confronted with the second best pouts, James being the owner of the best of course, but it was impossible. Taking pity on him, she laughed and kissed his cheek. "All right you," she said, laughing still. "Enough with the pout. You're a very fine gentleman and I wouldn't have you any other way, deplorable manners and all."
She rolled her eyes, thinking he would never change and how glad she was of that. "I suppose we shall eat, you'll tell me whatever it is that's bothering you, and then we'll ravish each other on the dining room table," she said, deadpan for all of a minute before laughing at the absurdity of their mutual ravishment.
She shot him a glare, which very nearly rivaled his pout. It only lost because she wasn't truly angry. "Oh, I have no need of whips and chains to punish James, I'll have you know. I do quite well with a my hand." She showcased this by swatting Sirius on the arse as she passed, breaking into a run down the stairs to avoid retaliation.
"Well then, since there's no need to be formal, you'll set the table while I finish up the potatoes," she informed him, tossing her braid over her shoulder.