Dora rolled her eyes as hard as she could to express her opinion of that statement. "What bull shite," she agreed, a sneer in her voice. At least with Mils she knew she could say anything and pretty much be understood. She didn't have much prejudice in and of herself, except a bit perhaps socioeconomic related. And of idiots. She was very prejudiced against idiots.
"I can't believe some of the idiocy that will come out of their mouths. Sure, pureblood can ease the way sometimes, but mostly because everyone knows what's expected." The dance was something you grew up with and learned. It made sense, a hell of a lot more sense than many of the other new ways. "Though these days it can be just as much a handicap."