"I think Madam Rosmerta is quite happy dating men her own age," Lucy told him, smiling broadly.
She groaned slightly, then, under his messy touch and she swatted away at his hands. Doing her best to flatten out the damage she scrunched her nose at him in response.
"Hmph! Bedtimes.." she grumbled slighly, a small smile pulling at her lips. "I'm not fourteen anymore, you know."