Confusing Dora was far too familiar with. When it came to the man she was currently interested in, she was chronically confused. She made a soft outraged noise on Mils' behalf. "How rude," she said. And it was. If a lady was to pay for a portion, she should have been subtly informed prior. Though even that would be considered a little off.
"Oily? Sly?" She suggested. She thought she knew precisely what Mils meant, though. She finished another nibble and took a long sip of wine, tilting her head and regarding Mils for a long moment. Then, knowing she wouldn't be jumped on for the assumption by Mils, she asked, "Is he pureblood?"