He let out a quiet snort, making another failed attempt to free himself of white cat hair. It was going to require wands, clearly. "I don't like being fawned over by house-elves, that's all." He raised his eyebrows slightly, surprised, although he should not have been, to hear her describe her friends. "I see. No, no Muggles visitors, I'm afraid. I hope your brother's well," he added as an afterthought, unable to find anything nice to say about him off the cuff. "Personally, I think the face of the staff has improved somewhat, as far as company is concerned - despite all of my complaints. No Death Eaters, no Ministry moles, no egomaniacal idiots ..." And then there was her, of course.