"Of course, of course, deary," said Tonks, biting back a laugh. "Anything you want. She's quite good at it too, you know."
She did like the playful ones. Once inside, she didn't waste any time morphing back into her usual appearance, sans the pink hair. That was a dead giveaway these days, so she had to stick with boring colours. "Really, you have the whole world of possibilities laying at your feet, and all you go for are blow jobs? I'm disappointed by your lack of ambition," she said, peeling off her old woman dress to reveal a black leather jacket and jeans underneath. "And call me Nymphadora again, and I'll bite your balls off. Evenin', Ethan."