When she lost count of the number of drinks she'd consumed and was beginning to feel a sense of ease and relaxation that she hadn't experienced in longer than she could remember, she grew bolder with the squeeze of his thigh. There could be no doubt in the Muggle's mind that she would follow him to his flat or any hotel room he wanted to pay for. Survival wasn't always ethical, but sometimes it had the opportunity for pleasure. As she leaned over to whisper in his ear that she thought it was time they found somewhere a little less public, the door to the pub opened abruptly letting in a blast of cold air.