"Indeed," Eileen drawled. "And those altar boys do need sodomizing every Sunday, I'd let them do it instead."
She tilted her head, contemplating her oh-so-busy social schedule and smirked. "Fridays, hm?" I did plan to mock a different faith this Friday. Malfoys are a particularly bad variety of one...
"Tsk. Can't stop you if you're keeping this place in business," she reasoned, casting Fred a scrutinizing stare. Another one of us. And here I thought he was local. "Even if you liked it so much, you're looking for another."
She gestured for the bartender to refill Fred's drink. "When'd you die?"