"I see how it is." He pouted playfully, "You aren't opposed to Quidditch players, it is just me." He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Sorry, all the players I know are notoriously whorish and I don't think I approve of that for you."
He shrugged in response to her thank you, the bracelet was a small gift and nothing even that big. He wasn't sure why he had gotten it, he had just been thinking of her. He was a bit embarrassed by the gift and cleared his throat.
"Where is your mum? I expected to be accosted at the door and nagged at for my behaviour or lack of it." he finished the glass of wine and set it next to hers on the desk, changing the direction of the conversation. He wasn't quite comfortable thinking about her with lovers and rich old Counts.