They chose the piano bar because the party isn’t happening here. It’s eerily quiet, sparsely staffed. Julian, suited and booted with his long curly hair tied into a ponytail, moves conversation away from topics of interest (the trip, history, art), and instead talks Draco’s ear off about work—"and what is a merger, exactly?" Draco asks politely over drinks, recalling the playful tone from last night, only to discover this time Julian wants to be rather serious about it, going through the intricate ins and outs of company consolidations and the shift of major assets from organisation to organisation, and, "I make a lot of money, actually," he boasts, which causes Draco to bite down on the inside of his cheek as he stares into his wine glass and hopes Julian won’t start telling him, exactly, how much.