She frowned, fingertips sliding up to twist a lock of her own hair around her fingers, twisting it around and around, letting it go and then doing it again, a nervous gesture she'd finally outgrown out of school, or thought she had. It was, at least, better then biting her nails.
"I'd cut off important body parts if you went after Pansy you know," she said idly, not directly answering his comment at first. She sighed a little. "I know you don't, Draco, but we also have to meet certain expectations. I like your parents liking me. I don't imagine they'd make things very pleasant for either of us if they decided I was no longer suitable. And whether or not I do what is or is not appropriate in the privacy of our home- what is soon to be a ridiculously huge home with an army of house elves underfoot, where I will have to wear a collar and bell just so you will be able to find me before supper time," she rambled a bit, taking a deep breath, "there are certain social dictates neither of us can afford to shrug off."