He was damn lucky he had not called her a child to her face. The raising of his tone was enough to earn a dark glare that would give a Gryffindor the shivers.

Glancing back at her brother, he seemed in conversation. Damn, a close one that was. Briefly glancing around further, only few eyes were glancing their way, but not with much interest. Good.

"Yes, dim. That high pitched squealing proved my point nicely." She grumbled as she turned her gaze back towards him. "Awe, do you think I'll throw you parties and actually allow you near my bed chambers? Silly boy, that's not part of by offer. And as this conversation progresses, I'm sure it never will be."

Heirs could be... found. Poor families with too many mouths to feed? Infertility lies? It wasn't as if she was too keen on playing any roll. Perhaps one ball for the year. A big one to make up for the absense of the season. But heirs? Well, he could have all the bastards he pleased.