Eward shot the dirtiest, angriest look he could muster towards Harry. "It is not bent! And it is certainly not blunt," he said, sounding rather hurt. It was probably the only way anyone could truly hurt him, accusing his manhood of being anything but perfect.
"They bloody well could. Or give me a sentence, at least. Anyway, you will have to find out what I wrote in your own time. But I will say if anyone asks for a 'Mister R. Sole' you will know precisely who scribbled that name on his list." He giggled and took another sip, just as the maid brought in some food for him to soak up the drink from the previous night. She was one of his favourites, and considering he usually hated servants that was a compliment. His attention was immediately caught and his grin spread wider as she placed the tray on the side.
"Thank you, Kitty, you are kind... Is that a new blouse? It's nice - I can see your breasts better in that."