She was definitely getting at what he thought she'd been getting at, which was bad news for him. He couldn't let her see how much the idea that there might be rumors spreading about his sexuality affected him, however. He needed to maintain this cool, unconcerned persona until he could see his way through this conversation, or else she might think she'd hit upon something.
"I never much cared for fish unless it was for dinner," he said, refusing to take the bait and speak in metaphors with her. He was annoyed to have to continue speaking to her at all — she was just some brat, after all, and he shouldn't have to care what she thought about anything — but she was a Lestrange brat, and they were more well-connected than God himself. And she was right: it only took one rumor to get everyone's tongue wagging.
"I think this one might be best avoided for your parlor, Mrs. Lestrange," he commented, nodding to the painting. "Placed in a parlor, the purpose of art is to inspire conversation, and I doubt a specimen such as this would inspire any sort of conversation worth listening to."

Lou made this! <3
"I never much cared for fish unless it was for dinner," he said, refusing to take the bait and speak in metaphors with her. He was annoyed to have to continue speaking to her at all — she was just some brat, after all, and he shouldn't have to care what she thought about anything — but she was a Lestrange brat, and they were more well-connected than God himself. And she was right: it only took one rumor to get everyone's tongue wagging.
"I think this one might be best avoided for your parlor, Mrs. Lestrange," he commented, nodding to the painting. "Placed in a parlor, the purpose of art is to inspire conversation, and I doubt a specimen such as this would inspire any sort of conversation worth listening to."

Lou made this! <3