Daphne chuckled. "Clearly you've never gotten to know a true pureblood woman if you think she'd let her husband run the show." She offered a smirk in his direction. "You see," she went back to her earlier position, chin in hand, propped up her elbow, leaning in toward him. "A pureblooded man is nothing without a strong woman beside him. We influence all of his decisions. We can change his mood and opinions with a bat of our eyelashes. And we do it all without him ever realizing what's happening."