Her lips curved up a little more. Sure, she might be confused about what they were, and wish for clarification, but she had yet to get past her upbringing to be bold enough to speak out, no matter if half the world seemed to tell her she should. She took the cup with a small sigh of satisfaction as it warmed her hands slightly. "Why thank you, good sir," she said in the same grand manner, taking her lead from him. "I think that sounds like a great plan."
She shook her head, her arm going through his with the ease of long practice. This, at least, was a familiar pose. She walked along with him. "No, I don't have a pet. Unless you count my owl, and as bossy as he is, well, I don't think he counts." Even if he was a little spoilt at times, and indulged in his whims and behaviours. "Mother was never much for pets when I was small, and well..." She shrugged, neatly circumnavigating the 'there was Azkaban and yes,' bit of her life, she continued, "I traveled a lot for a while, so it wasn't conducive to having an animal."