Zacharias nearly smirked at the thought of Marietta doing just that - sitting around finding ways to one up him. Amusing as it might be, it would take away the impressive factor of the whole ordeal because the one thing he had always liked about her was her wit. (Well, okay, her wit and her baps, but the latter was a given.)
"Why should I bother with shopping when I have girls around to dote on me and do it for me?" The idea of being dragged into store after store was not at all pleasant. Not only was it an audacious process, when done well he was under the impression that it required a significant amount of expandable funds and he certainly did not have that. Except he wasn't so sure about that either. Scrubbing his hand over his face and through his hair, he shook his head. "Although I'm sure she would appreciate it. Apparently I owe her one for this escape."
As much as he would like to ignore that question, he didn't think she would just let it go. How was he doing? People seemed to actually believe he would have killed Potter and now his father was dead. It was almost too much to take in in such a short period of time. "Honestly?" He said, not really asking, "I don't really know, but if I was going to murder anyone next, Granger is not even on the list."