Daphne winced as he cracked his knuckles. Ugh, that sound was like nails on a chalkboard to her, one of her many pet peeves. The girl could fills hundreds of pieces of parchment with things she did not like, and still would have more to list. Sometimes it was just easier to list things she enjoyed, which was a much smaller list; mainly consisting of being alone, and happily enjoying peace and quiet. Of course she was looking for reassurance, despite being headstrong, and overly confident, the girl was still a girl, and while she did a damn good job about hiding her insecurities, in her current state of mind she was slipping.
Shrugging slightly, Daphne folded her arms and rested her head down, "I know I'm selfish," She stated bluntly once more, "I'm constantly reminded of that in the daily owls I receive from home. I'm ungrateful, I'm selfish, and I have horrible social skills. Tell me something I don't know, Vaisey." Rolling her eyes, Daphne forgot to mention under all that confidence, and self righteousness was actually a girl completely doubting herself, and full of insecurities that she hid behind a frigid, stone cold wall. That relationships terrified her, and being close to anyone made her feel vulnerable. Perhaps that was why she felt so against being forced into a marriage with Nikolas.
His attempts at a disapproving face only made her smile. He looked tired, and who could blame him? Between the both of them they drank enough to have them passed out for the next day, and probably severely hung over. In the back of her mind Daphne began to wonder how they were going to make it down the stairs and back to the common room without attracting attention. This was going to be a problem, but at the moment, Daphne could care less. She didn't want to go back to the common room, not with all those Slytherin's still lingering about to see Daphne's less then sober state.