She saw the delight in his eyes til she spoke of less desirable activities and laughed, her voice carrying it's own melody. That was fun, and that was what she was all about. Her body leaned over him once more as he sat there, hands drawing down his chest and pressing into his flesh just beneath the fabric. "Just think if you can show me how to find a snitch, then I very well may be interested in taking a ride on your broomstick." Her finger tips paused just above the hem of his pants, her breathe was hot on his ear, and followed by a little nibble. A delightful hum and then a kiss on the cheek. "Goodnight Mr. Eligible, and though I'm not into the whole dead thing, I sure would like to see if your still a Chaser after all." If that wasn't a big enough hint then she figured he was about as dense as the wall.

Her presence withdrew from him all together, fingers curling to nails which lightly clawed upwards before she stepped backwards and turned away heading no doubt to the back of house where her room was. "If your interested do stop by tomorrow, until dinner, tah-tah!" She called back and then a door was heard closing. A clear of the throat from the half giant usher emerged, "No stay, must go." He said with a grunt to Ben. Then as if in a cruel taunt a fluttering glitter of gold with wings as rapid as a humming bird flew before him. It was indeed a snitch.