She shrugged a shoulder, robes shifting slightly as she did, the fabric rustling softly in the relative silence of the hall.
"What kind of company do you want me to provide?" she asked, and her voice was low and suggestive enough to give emphasis to her words but not so much that she couldn't play it off if she had to. "I'm quite amenable to suggestion, you know, very flexible," she added with a slight smirk, "Though I suppose you could take me at face value and presume I am down here for that clandestine meeting you suggested."
Really, her plans had amounted to precisely zilch, and if he wanted the pleasure of her company, she was amenable to that. And equally amenable to lending a wand as well, if it instead came to that.