Wonder if they're the same half I've slept with. [ The constant dryness of her voice makes it hard to tell if she's exaggerating or not too. ] Can't beat a rowdy Gryffindor for a quick fuck.

[ No secret which rowdy Gryffindor is her favorite though. She leans in to kiss that slight smirk, letting her teeth catch briefly on his lower lip. Her grip on him tightens ever so slightly when his fingertips brush her belly, putting pressure on the small bones for a moment before she loosens her grasp, half-daring him to try touching her properly. ]

I might have fun pinning you down, if that's what you want. [ Wryly: ] What's the safe word, babe? Fizzing Whizzbees?