"I wasn't," Draco said with as much innocence as he could muster. "I wasn't going to say that at all. Not in the slightest." Especially not with her hair reaching that much mass. He could almost see sparks flying off it and he'd been contemplating a Shield charm for a few minutes.
He pretended to be focused on fixing a fresh cup of coffee to avoid her eyes and spoke absently. "I can tell you one thing, however. Not even the Manor has twenty-four place settings of bone china, not all the same. Good god, it would look like they were all purchased at once from some shop, not properly inherited. Clearly they're trying to jump themselves up in society."