Marlene nodded. "You can do that, and I can tell you to stop and you can ignore me. That works out pretty well." She couldn't believe that she was giving Alastor carte blanche at the moment, but it was hurting more and more, and thinking of entertaining was too much.
"I know they do, but I still feel bad telling them to leave," she said with a shrug, but then smiled. "I'm sure you can find a trunk for my shoes... or a few trunks and shrink them. Besides, I don't want him getting too comfortable. He needs to cure me so I can get up again."
She sighed. "Maybe, I should have, but I hate those women who nag about everything, and we started talking a few times, but it never seemed like the right moment." She pulled back so she could look at him. "You told James that we're together. Before you actually talked to me. You're supposed to do it the other way around." She raised an eyebrow. "Don't I? So why aren't we shagging? Well not at this very moment since I'd have to decline, but you know what I mean. Is there something wrong?"