The Dark Lord probably would sigh in frustration at the Lestrange boy, though one could only hope it would never become an issue. The more frustrated she got only seemed to make his grin grow larger and larger, his eyes shimmering with amazement. "We each stand on an opposite side of the tarp, and we spin the arrow. Then you put your body part on the color circle it lands on. You keep playing until someone falls down." Without missing a beat he began to remove his shoes. "I figured your bed would be safer, that way when you fall the only thing hurt will be your pride."
Yes, he was teasing her now. He prodded a bit more at her ego trying to get a response. "What should the stakes be? What does the loser have to do for the winner?"