He had the waiter bring him a scotch and water, ignoring both while he waited for Marcus to arrive. He looked up and smirked at Fleur and Pansy who were sipping their drinks at the bar. His girls weren’t letting him out of their sight despite the fact that there were other things they were supposed to be doing right now. And he couldn’t even find it in himself to scold them. Loyalty was something that you couldn’t buy in a store.