She would definitely extract punishment if he told his brothers, most of all, whom Fleur had no doubt would tease her about this. She didn't want to be teased by the other Weasleys, just this one was tolerated in that kind of activity.

Mostly because of his pretty face, of course.

"You already do," she murmurs to him, and brings one wet hand to run her fingers through his hair. A marriage proposal, while she's bruised up and naked in a bathtub. One to go down in the history books, no doubt.

"Come join me." She taps his chin lightly, to go with that little order. "It's strange to have so much space to myself."