Teagan smiled. "Okay with that logic I can - when it can be used in proper context - go around using the term Magnum opus... I think I like how that works out. And it doesn't just mean works of writing, right? It can mean art or something too?" she asked, genuinely curious now.
She laughed, but then it quickly died in her throat so only a smile lingered on her face. "Well, no offense meant, but wouldn't you be more compelled to read a romance novel if it featured two men?" she asked, her tone light. She didn't want to offend him or assume anything. She had no problem with whoever he was fucking being closed doors - or not even behind closed doors, just away from her - just like she'd feel about every other person in the world. But she felt that maybe he'd want something that maybe he could actually relate to the feelings in. "They are nonsense. Entertaining, close minded, amusing nonsense, but nonsense. Like the one about the viking that 'rescued' this bride by kidnapping her, I believe it was. And then she fell in love with him... I believe they have a name for that disorder now and it's not true love." She smirked for a moment before the expression dropped from her face. "Oh, you know, politics. PAM sort of politics, but not. I mean, the heroine of the story is going to be a pureblood witch who a pureblood wizard, who is not the jerk everyone will think he is, is attempting to court to no avail. Because this pureblood witch... well, she falls for the muggle. The dorky, comic book lover muggle."