"If you're really content to see my figure go, unless you have a mistress still tucked away in that suitcase of yours, I don't see why you wouldn't be." Astoria shifted to sit her pizza down next to Draco's, happily giving into the embrace. "But I can barely handle my sister - and some of the really good oil paint, which I'm rather spectacular with at work, is toxic. It's not like I go around eating it, but I'm exposed to it daily. So I'm in no rush for that day."
"Does that mean you've lost your desire for... further exploration?" Astoria asked with as innocent of a tone as she could muster. She really wasn't going to push him on the topic. She still took their earlier experience as a mild rejection on his part.