"That makes no sense and also takes away my right to not want to kiss you. It's subjective." He shrugged, hoping that these were just temporary attempts to prove him not suitable. He suddenly wished his uncle had picked someone he knew. Roar would have made a fine husband. "Because I don't know you. While you are beautiful, I know nothing about you beyond your misplaced anger at me. Why would I want to sleep with you?"
But at least she was answering his question. Seb smiled again, this time more honestly. "Lets see. Beyond quidditch there is boxing and fencing as well as drums. My uncle is not much of a fan of those though. Hardly acceptable."