Daphne smirked at her words, but noticed her frown. She didn't know what to make of it. She thought it was a brilliant idea herself! Hell, she'd celebrate with drinks with Astoria when her sister returned, toasting to her strength of sticking it to this prick. "Good," she said with a nod. "He doesn't deserve your guilt. You did nothing wrong and anything you do now is made right by what he did in the first place. Too bad you didn't find out the night you fucked him, or you could have hexed off his balls for him." She nodded again. "Hot Frenchman. Hot Spanish men. Hot German men. Hell, hot British men. You need them all now."
She quirked an eyebrow at Astoria's inquiry. Did it matter now? Astoria had already slept with him and anyway, why would it matter before? What if she'd told her that McLaggen was bad in bed? Would that have made her not do it or would it had made her do it more to just see for herself? Daphne would be tempted for both herself. Sometimes she loved to prove to the masses a guy just needed the right woman to get the job done right. The right woman, of course, being herself. "You know, the rumors. The stories. He's not really... unknown in my circle. He's not as bad as he could be. He has a decent - okay, fine, a great reputation in the sack, but I never heard he was engaged either. So that must have been one hell of a well kept secret. Though, come to think of it," she said, completely sincerely. It was easy to tell when Daphne was being honest without really thinking about it. She gave herself away, but she also lied with the best of them. "I really haven't heard much about him in the circle for months. He was never my type. The jock... well, the dumb jock never did much for me. But he is a pretty boy, so I can't blame you entirely."
She smirked. "No you can't, Stori. It's yours to keep! If I were you, I'd replay it and figure out all the things he did wrong and grossly exaggerate them to anyone willing to listen. It'll make you feel better, trust me." She nodded, still smirking. "Yeah, he should have. But he didn't. Why is that your fault? Why do you get to beat yourself up over his mistake?" she demanded. "You're not some scorned wife who's husband went about on and played around with some other woman. You're the bitch who can fuck right back instead. You don't have to play the dutiful wife or the martyr." Her smirk brightened. "Of course I don't give up! How else do you think I always win? Persistent. And brilliant ideas to begin with."
"No one knows. But me, you, and this prick. You think the prick is gonna talk? He's not. If he was, I'd have heard of it by now," she said with confidence. "All you have to do is keep your mouth shut and make sure he keeps his. Do you have anything on him? Did he reveal some deep dark secret to you? If he did, you could tell him he talks and so do you. You'll reveal it to the world." She smirked. Men like McLaggen didn't want their secrets revealed to the world. McLaggen kept himself pretty damn clean come to think of it. "What Mum won't know won't hurt her, Stori," she said with a fond smile. "Go? Who said anything about anything anywhere? How do you think I make it through the boring days sometimes? I have some in the back. Wine or tequila, pick your poison."