            His lips parted, then closed, like he wasn’t sure what to say. She’d never seen the man so caught off-guard. After a long moment, his eyes sweeping her smiling face, he nodded. Pink touched his cheeks. "Thank you, Miss Granger." He looked behind him, face turned to the window, the sky outside grey but still speckled with evening light. The candle on his desk flickered, hazy in the reflection. When he turned back, his eyes met hers, but his hand indicated at his desk, where a crystal tumbler filled with whiskey sat. "It’s early yet. Join me for a drink?" he asked in a low, restrained voice.