Even as the thought flew through his mind at lightning speed, he swore to himself that he wasn’t going to look. No way. For many reasons. First, because she was a filthy Mudblood, and it was degrading to even consider wanting to look at her filthy body. And he didn’t want to at all. Even though his pulse against his Adam’s apple said otherwise. Second, because he was a bloody gentleman, educated in good manners, and, even if she was there, willingly undressing in his bloody presence, it didn’t give him the right to look at her. And, third, because he wasn’t sure he could handle the sensations that threatened to ravage his body if he did.