Lovise followed and shed her coat as she went. Underneath she worse a cream-colored tunic just a few shades lighter than skin stretched over her collarbone. The fabric, muggle or not, draped loosely over her body while clinging to every curve when she moved.<br/>"You Englishmen are so strange about your muggles." Accepting his wine without a blink, the lithe young woman slipped into one of his chairs as though it had been built specifically for her. "You do not use a racing broom to sweep the stables. Yet this whole place is crawling with muggles that do nothing and witches making  charmed knickers. Why should a witch make clothing when a few muggles can do the same in hours? You would have me sweep this floor? No! Yet a wizard will make the most useless trash when a muggle works just as well. Put the muggles to work and leave the wizards to make important things."<br/>She sipped her wine and gave a slightly sheepish smile.<br/>"Well, it is easy for me to say this. I have no need for charmed clothing. When I can not make muggle rags look beautiful, I will buy charmed knickers with the mudbloods and old women."