Daphne did not need anyone's sympathy. Well... maybe a little bit, but not for the weight thing, or her mother. She followed Percy into the living room and took a seat in the chair opposite the older man. She sat straight, out of habit, as if her mother was whispering in her ear that proper posture was important. She had not cared to put on the face of a proper pureblooded witch with him, so why she was doing it now, she wasn't sure.
"I am sorry for that," she answered to his last comment. "I didn't mean to barge in on you like that. I just..." Daphne considered what she was going to say for a moment, and took a deep breath to calm the nerves that were beginning to resurface. "You're very nice, and I appreciate that you haven't tried to bed me. And that you don't look like the woman in my dream."