Daphne nodded, taking a sip of her new glass of tequila. "It really doesn't," she agreed, "It's a game. I'm a willing player, of course, but it's still just a game." She looked at Astoria for a moment, wondering how much of that was honestly true. Did Astoria really believe that men weren't good for anything? Or was she just saying it out of spite? She didn't know, but she wasn't sure it mattered. She smirked. "Good. I want to see the show of him being turned down. Don't worry. I don't need to tell the girls why they should turn him now. The girls I have in mind don't need a reason for a power play. They'd be happy with the result without the explanation." She smirked, knowing exactly who to ask so she could point and laugh at him. "I can hex him? Brilliant! I don't have to worry about you yelling at me later. If I put him in St. Mungo's should I let you know? So you can send him... your regards?" She smirked deviously.
She tilted her head to the side and gave Astoria a fond smile. "Don't worry, I'm not going to. And I'm done gloating," she replied, meaning it. She'd had her moment. It was over. She'd gloat later when she got some second hand revenge on McLaggen herself. She smirked with self-satisfaction. "Then my job is done here. Well..." She trailed off and glanced around, "Not all my job, but the part to make you feel better is. I feel proud. Maybe I'll just bring tequila to more family events to make them go smoother. Do you think everyone else would understand?" she asked, clearly being sarcastic. She grinned when Astoria called her 'sissy'. "Oh, Stori, I am. That's why you're here. You know only my version will make you feel better. Oh, and the alcohol is a plus, of course. It's always a plus."