Roger trailed his hands over her, holding her close and feeling the soft curves of her body as he felt himself stiffen, both from the sight of her and her looming touch getting ever closer.
Of course, he knew that her question wasn't just about her looks. No, it was more than that. He himself didn't really have any real preferences, but he didn't really have any objections to anything, either. He had been with Fleur, back during his sixth year, and it took more than just mere sex to satisfy a quarter veela. "Whatever the lady prefers," he said, trailing kisses down her neck.