"Well," he smirked, "I should be able to have a new one by the end of the week." Whether he had to pitch a fit at the agency that handled house elves or not. They knew very well how alarmingly fast Grayson went through house elves, but they would never deny him. Grayson arched his brow and then actually let out some semblance of a chuckle.
He was immensely glad that the young woman in front of him had come to at least understand that house elves were subservient. Setting down his cup again, he turned more fully to Ophelia. All right, he had to keep her distracted. He rubbed his hand over the back of his neck and wet his lips, thinking.
"We should invite your brother over next week, if you like."
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