"What you're wearing is fine. We'll just head up to The White Bear - up on Kennington Park, yeah? Fish and chips and some beer? I'll not keep ya out late."

He didn't ask much of her. He didn't make her feel that she had to be something that she wasn't, and it was a nice feeling. Not that she would, not for anyone. But that meant she might be able to work this out, somehow. She almost found herself moving towards him to partake in that most forbidden of activities- initiating any sort of lip-contact with him. Luckily, she restrained herself.

"We'll take Drake with us. Sit on the side patio area, yeah? The owner shouldn't mind as long as Drake stays just on the outskirts."

"Yeah," she said, running her hands through her hair. Further proof that Drake really was just a baby wrapped in fur. "He'd like that, I think. And it'd be nice, before I go and all."

Damn the Ministry. She wanted to stay.