"But Moooom, I wanted to be a carousing bachelor playboy!" XD
"He hasn't even spoken to me. But I'll let you know if that changes," he said. "Oh, and before I forget, aunt Morgause wants us to come over for dinner sometime. I said I'd ask when you were free."
He raised an eyebrow of his own in response, his face a cool, blank mask that gave nothing away. "The genteel, high society bachelor?" he asked. "I think I could do that. But how do you feel about Page Six? It's the Post, not technically a rag." He smirked into his almost empty teacup.