He gave her a regretful look that was nevertheless slightly amused. She never stopped playing games, that was part of what he loved about her, and he was sure she knew that he knew when she was playing, as well. "Pansy, you really shouldn't call me 'sir'," he said, lightly. "I think we know each other well enough by now, don't we? Besides, I'm sure you know what it does to me when you act innocent like that - you're hardly a fool, no matter how much you would have me believe it."