Daphne didn't want to know about what Harry did to Adrian. Adrian briefly mentioned it, but it was another topic all together. She'd deal with it when the time was right, but Harry knew she was quite fond of him still and that he was a close friend. That had to be dealt with. Just like Harry and Ginny being friends. It was the same exact thing.
Hearing his words, Daphne laughed quietly. "You think? Well then, when we get inside, I'll let you take them off. But savor what you see beneath. It's a one time only thing," she said coyly, kissing him again. The thing about France was that they had every sort of lingerie imaginable. Maybe that was why Daphne went after all. She was married and she certainly had plenty to show off.
She pulled herself away from him, and while she wouldn't have minded staying on the roof and being bold, she missed their bed tremendously so. "What are you waiting for?" she asked with a smirk, standing up and backing away a step or so.