"I would never," Emrys said, with a dismissive wave of his hand. Honestly, he couldn't see himself getting worked up enough about anything that he would want to duel about it. He certainly wouldn't have gone to bat for his sisters' honor, the way Mr. Crouch had; if he'd discovered somehow that either of them were cavorting around with strange men his first thought would have been well, good for them and his second would have been just to warn them to be a little more discreet, so no one else heard about it. He didn't think he would have accepted anyone's challenge, either — he certainly didn't have any sexual partners he considered worth dying for, and didn't see that changing any time soon.

"Besides, you don't look like you're up for much dueling at the moment," he pointed out, with a gesture towards Pettigrew's posture in the chair.