He smiled and nodded at her, acknowledging the idea. "I think it would be a very welcome event, and I look forward to it. I hope your sister will help," he chuckled, "Give her something to do other than speculate as to whom I may or may not be attracted."
It still galled him that she'd accused him of being attracted to Blaise. It wasn't that he was creeped out by the idea of two men together. He didn't understand it, but he didn't think it worth discussion either. No, he simply did NOT find Blaise attractive, in any capacity, nor any man.
"That is the question. I'm hoping that no witch is left without a partner for said dance, though there will be no minimum bid required for a dance, so surely, one galleon would be low enough for any to spare a lady the indignity?"
He thought about her commentary about hypocrisy. She had a point. The difference between their house and the others was that they were willing to be honest about it, which was its own irony, he supposed.
He smiled, "I promise you, you shall not be left standing wallflower for the last dance." His eyes twinkled slightly with mischief.