The Last Light inn isn't too terrible, but she understands his point. It's hard to feel inclined towards seduction on the regular, since Hermione values spirited, intellectual conversations and meeting her match in terms of ability to bicker. And then, when she does find the right match to light up a spark, they're in the middle of a pretty harrowing adventure and in a pretty uninviting place.

"I'm sure we can get creative," she plays along, with a slight smirk. "You've seen my impressive command of cantrips, after all." Everything can be lit well, everything can be cleansed, and every broken thing can be mended. She'd make a very good domestic witch, if she were not such a powerhouse with a Fireball.

"What did you have in mind?"