"That's not at all what happened the last time you had me drinking vodka," she replies, and somehow manages to have no aspect of her tone sound anything like an engaged woman ought to sound like when talking to her 'friend'. If she had wanted to suggest something sexual less subtly, they should have gone with Lucius' impulse and just made out.

"Perhaps we are just looking for someone responsible and mature."

She does amble towards the general direction of the liquor as well, which means Lucius has to follow suit or she is at a serious risk of falling, having fully resigned herself to the fact that Rodolphus would have the manor to himself tonight, while Lucius' grandson winds up with the worst kind of company. But who knows how long they can have fun with this assumed muggle man? It might be a while. She wouldn't mind it being a while.