"You never can tell with house-elves. Might think it was an amusing head-piece I'd left as a gift, or an unconventional meat-mallet. Who knows?" She smiled, settling down with him.
There was that blush again. Muriel loved it, both the look of it and whatever the reason for it. She didn't know how he could blush over words when they were lying, spent and sated, but it amused her that he could.
"Do you miss men?" she asked him, curious about the past tense clarification of his statement. "I mean, not just the cocks, but men? I've never been same-sex inclined - well, maybe once or twice, but only ever in my head - but if I had been I could imagine missing it if I hadn't in a while."
She was curious what his thoughts would be. For all her talk of not letting other old women get her claws in him, of hoarding him away and guarding him possessively, she would never hold him back from another relationship, if he wanted one. And she wanted him to know that her feelings on that hadn't changed.