Bailey laughed at his question - not a giggle, but a soft laugh. It wasn't the throaty chuckle of more sophisticated seductresses, but was in no way girlish either. It was neither a nervous laugh, nor one of deep humor. There was no other appropriate reaction really.
“What do you think I’m doing now? And yet you see me, “ Bailey pointed out. It was a good thing he was so pretty and that his faux pas were unintentional. But he had literally just implied that she was too pretty to be doing work that ‘kept her from the public view’.
“Right now, my ‘research’ right now means playing cards and dice… which is hardly cooped up.” She was always careful to make sure there was more than one way out of whatever back room she was playing with. Playing at Hogwarts was far less tense and in some sense easier. “Even if it isn’t flying around on the Quidditch pitch.”