"I don't think so," Tracey replied, eyeing him over her wine glass. "I doubt I would get along very well with the sinful world of professional Quidditch. Although if you do find any particularly fine players, feel free to send them my way." She punctuated that with a winning smile.
Which promptly turned into an eye roll when Adrian visualised a nasty old Count for her. "There's plenty of young ones with money, you know. I'm sure all of them are just dying to be my lover." About to say something else, instead she glanced over at the small bag he had retrieved from his pocket.
Taking it from him, Tracey put her wine glass down onto her desk and then tipped the contents out onto her palm. She had suspected it was jewellery and that was indeed what she was rewarded with. Smiling as she looked down at the bracelet, she glanced up at Adrian again. "It's lovely, thank you."