"No one in particular, I guess," Ash said though he did have someone in mind. The girl was also a likely candidate. It wasn't even about love but having someone like her as his wife would at least let him know that the sex would be out of this world. The last thing he wanted was some homely girl afraid of sex and who might cry afterward. It was a cruel thought, but Ash kept it to himself. For as good of a person as he could be, he could also be so cold and unfeeling.
Lyra's own family wasn't a consideration as she wasn't a pureblood. He wasn't even sure why that came to mind, save maybe the fact that she was sitting not too far from him and he remembered how good she looked in that bikini. Ash's mind undressed Lyra and imagined her in a much more compromising position and his hands doing things far from chaste. It wasn't the first time he fantasized about a girl he sat near, and it might not be the last.
"In the end, tradition is all we have," Ash said, "and what sets apart the purebloods from the others. We've been doing this for so long, blah, blah blah." He waved a hand dismissively, catching the gist of what she was saying but still imaging her legs wrapped around his hips as he . . .