"Ugh, I know," she agrees, careful not to move her head. "There's occasional recreational slumming, and there's an appalling lack of taste. I think it's clear which one describes him."

Narcissa can understand the odd slip - beautiful people are beautiful people - but to make a habit of it is... less than desirable, and rapidly approaching revolting. She's seen several young men whilst out in London and abroad who have caught her eye, but - well, you don't keep them. Besides, there are far more fascinating people she already knows.

"You're far more sensible than he is."