"Can't have that." Alastor snorted softly. "World might die of shock." He nodded as she made her request, making a mental note to find Macmillan when he went into the office the next day. "I'll see that she's informed."
Chuckling, he shook his head. "No, he doesn't seem to be, which was helpful in trying to get information out of him yesterday. The regular staff were useless."
Alastor frowned, then realised where the confusion was. "I think you're mixing up meetings. You're thinking of the meeting between Snape, Potter, and myself the morning that same day we were cleaning the house. I told Potter about it three days later when the three of us met with Dumbledore. And only because he asked about the truth behind the rumours Derrick made me aware of at the office.
"Yes, me," he huffed softly. "It's not that I don't want to, or that I don't want you. It's more...Do you have any idea how intimidating it is for a man to think about satisfying a woman like you? Especially a man who hasn't had sex in more than fifteen years and doesn't have the sex drive of a twenty year old any longer? I told you, it would happen. But, every time you complain about it not happening yet -- and, three weeks is not that long -- it puts a little more pressure on the pot as it were."