Daphne was a bit surprised by his reply. She hadn't expected him to be almost witty in response. Draco wasn't known, at least by him, for his wit. "I am not less interesting!" she protested, frowning. She didn't like to be insulted, but everyone knew that about her. Instead, she liked to be complimented and adored, even if it was superficial. She'd take superficial over most anything else. "Do you have a wish to be admitted into St. Mungo's tonight?" she asked, not impressed. Was he trying to flirt with her? He wasn't doing a good job if he was.
"You have no idea what my tastes are, Malfoy. No one really does. Do not presume to know me," she snapped, not even moving. She should walk away now. She should make her own choice to walk away and write him off for the night. But she didn't. "I wasn't offering anything."