"You're a veela," he hissed, straightening his coat and his hat, which had almost fallen off his head in the midst of his lust. "No charges would hold up against a man who suffered from your sinful tactics. You seduce men and you use them — they'd prosecute you if it wasn't part of your nature," he responded, eyes searching for a clock. "I must be going. Get out of London before you hurt someone — a wizard, a muggle, whoever."