It was childish to pout. Bellona reminded herself of this as the urge struck her.

"You're right, of course," came her begrudging response. "Though I rather wish," she added with at least a bare hint of humour, "that you did have a gentleman hidden behind the curtains."

At least then, this hypothetical halfblood would have a face and her brother's seal of approval, rather than be some sort of amorphous blob of a gentleman whose merits she had to identify entirely on her own.