"I didn't say that." She knew that wasn't true. After all, Dominique did use a mirror to get ready in the mornings. "I'm just saying, the veela in me further intensifies it." Though to be fair, she wasn't sure exactly what was veela and what was her. It was something she wanted to put to the test. She quirked an eyebrow back at him. "You can go to the loo, can't you?" She'd let him use his imagination from there.
Dominique pulled out a bottle of rum and poured them each a glass. It would've been better if there were firewhisky. But she didn't have any. "Isn't the sweet supposed to be better? Makes it not taste of alcohol." She walked over and handed Sirius his drink, leaving the bottle out, not sure how much they were actually going to drink.