"I have not. Manwhores like you don't have feelings," she said, smirking at him.
Arching an eyebrow when he told her that he could make an exception, Tracey leaned forward again in her chair and shook her head. "It is too bad. There's so many Counts around these days I won't even look in your direction unless you become the King of England and beat them all, no matter how fancy your imaginary ring is."
It was good to know that she wasn't the only one who didn't trust Blaise, or Daphne for that matter. "We will," she assured him. "I'm sure a few of my housemates would like to get rid of me, but as if I'm going to give them the satisfaction." She gave an indignant shrug. "What about you? Not planning to run off and join the Death Eaters anytime soon?"
Truth be told, she was a little worried about Adrian doing just that.