His overt admiration was amusing. Tracey didn't dwell on the idea that it might be just a little endearing as well. With a small smirk, she sauntered into the kitchen, letting him see the full effects of her swaying hips. "Careful, Ravenclaw," she cautioned, reaching out for the cup. "Don't let your brain get fried. You'd think you'd never had sex before." She arched an eyebrow. "...have you?"