"I do, actually. But not as much please as I get from..." He paused, smirking ever more. "But you don't need me to describe that to you, do you? You weren't all that drunk."
"Childish? Just how you like them, Eward." Harry said dryly. "I rather like Miss Rochester. Smart, smart young lady. She'll go very far, once her husband-to-be leaves her his fortune." He smiles slightly, "A right little social reformer, she is."