"Why shouldn't he, when I'm the one who wanted it so much in the first place?" Lucy demanded coolly, something about the condescension in that last reply of his bringing out her strength. She met his eyes. "I don't know what I'm like in your universe, Master, but I'm not just a simpering blonde. I'm the one with the drive and the ambition. Harry's just the means of getting where I want to go."
She lifted a shoulder. "But I'm willing to share it. Unlike you, apparently."