She raises one hand, and flicks water at him. "I'm aware," she says, continuing the tradition of dry tone.

She can't even whack his forehead with a rolled up copy of the Daily Prophet, so this feels very unsatisfying.

But the reminder that heat matters little due to his draconic nature, she forgets all about that train of thought that she was going to pursue earlier of if you're already with someone, I can't like you like you, so that's why it's a problem you're naked.

Instead, she thinks about that time he was a dragon. Let ger ride on his back and all.

"Does this mean you're immune to heat? Fire magic, volcanoes, so on?"