Sloane quirked an eyebrow at him and said in a hushed tone, "Would you like it if I took a few turns with some thirty-somethings?" Somehow she rather thought he'd like it even less than she did.

Leaning back, a smug smile pulled at the corners of her lips. "Maybe I'll let you see it, maybe. One day." Just the thought of the fabric and the discomfort had her pulling a face, but who knew, maybe some day there would be some quidditch function she had to look decent for. Her Pa had a couple this summer than he and Ma had gotten all gussied up for. Even Rufus cleaned up nicely when the situation called for it.

"No debut for me though." Of that she was confident.