"Thank Merlin for that. If you had admitting to liking those little twits then I'd have to leave you right now out of respect for myself," she said, not entirely joking. Quidditch players who honestly though they should have legions of girls following them made her feel ill. It was sexism at its finest.
"You could have stopped at presentable," she said with a twinkle in her eye, somewhat appeased. She had to admit that the green robe she had on did accentuate her figure and at least she was wearing some jewellery and had bothered to wash and style her hair earlier on in the day. "You really think you have me wrapped around your little finger, don't you? Drinks. I'll decide on whether I want dinner afterwards."