His eyes flickered back to her. Really, was she that dense? Did she not see the way the tide was turning? The Weasleys would be at the bottom of any new social order, assuming they were to survive at all.
"Yes, it probably does," he said after a moment. He bit his tongue from saying anything more and turned to Melinda. "Do you want to dance, Mel? Make certain I'm in trouble good and well by the time I get home?"