"She is," Percy agreed. He used to like the woman; she'd been quite personable and had done a fine job helping Minister Fudge out years ago. Now he wasn't sure what to think of her, other than that he didn't trust her in the least. Then again, he didn't trust very many people in the Ministry, and talked to even fewer.
"I'll have to think of something good," he told her. "More than dinner, less than signing over my bank vault. I'm sure there's a reasonable balance somewhere."
He quirked his mouth to the side as he pretended to think about it. "Tickets to a Quidditch match, perhaps?"