She drew herself up at that. What did he take her for? While he had grown up with five brothers and a sister who liked to take a piss out of him, between the language barrier and her own inexperience, Fleur always responded with difficulty to teasing.
"I can milk a goat," she said, sniffing. "I could even milk two. I don't know what you think you married, Bill Weasley, but I am not a weak little girl incapable of a simple task."
If she had to milk a goat she was going to die.
Her lips twisted to the side. "And he was a bastard because he bit me. Don't pretend you do not curse, Bill, because I have heard some of the conversations you have with your brothers when you think your mother is not listening." Her accent thickened, and she gave him a look as she took her gloves off.
"Your mother may be fooled, but I have it on good authority you can be a very naughty boy." There, hopefully that would distract him from the subject of barnyard animals.