Verity's jaw dropped and then she laughed, feeling a little guilty. "Oops. I was only teasing anyway," she looked back down the bar. "I mean, he is kind of cute... but," she looked back at him, her eyes trained on him a moment, "I've seen better."
She nearly cleared her throat when she realised she was coming on to him and shook her head, taking a deep breath. The answer was straight forward and she didn't realise until she had it that she'd been expecting something like 14. Wasn't that when most of her friends had started having sex? She couldn't really remember, actually... She remembered something about Charles having an STD in fourth year...
"Hm?" she asked, forgetting momentarily that they were playing a game. "Oh." She licked her lips, trying to think about it. She actually calmed down quite a bit while thinking about it, trying to picture it, and most of all trying to keep Westley out of the lead. "I want to go to Rome..." she said, obviously still thinking. "And just- walk, talk, maybe get something light, a lunch. Or Greece... the beaches..." she blushed slightly and raised her glass to her lips. "Sorry, I've never thought about that before." Well, in a long time.
"I guess I would just like to be relaxed with whoever it is and know that they thought I was special. Someone who paid attention to who I am and what I like rather than seeing a snotty Slytherin princess and just guessing how to please me based on my reputation." She was getting a little heated and set the whiskey down decisively, pushing it away.
Crossing her arms she rested them on the bar and watched him a long moment. "What is your idea of a perfect woman?"