He gave a small shrug, barely a lift of his shoulders as he stood and went to the door, opening it for her. It led into her own quarters instead of the dining room. Tilting his head as she passed, expression and posture neutral, he made a final, icy comment fully calculated to dig the emotional knife in more, "Do let me know when you decide if you want to be a Marauder or not. I wouldn't want to make an erroneous presumption based on your apparent positive response."