"I think they missed the memo that people usually don't end up in their underwear until after they get to the party," he said, alluding to the fact that what some of the women were wearing could barely pass as clothing. "Yeah. This isn't really my scene either." Again, he liked women but he liked women that at least respected themselves enough to wear proper clothing.
"You're right about that," he grinned, glad that she had pegged him as something other than a Slytherin. "I'm a lion through and through." He didn't really care if she ended up being a Slytherin. Frankly, he expected it. There was something about the way she carried herself that gave it away.