"Bonsoir," Meme said politely enough, though her gaze was particularly critical. "You seem to be quite smitten with my Grandson." Not that Meme asked for names. Instead she lifted one elegant hand and tilted her head to the side.

"I suppose I should be thankful that you are not a whore," she spoken in French, before smiling as venomously as any dark wizard could have done. "Are you pureblood? I should hope so, if we are to let you taint the line more."