In between fervent bouts of lovemaking that reminded her so much of the idealistic child she still was before she married, Augustus whispered promises of a fantastical nature. He suggested over and over again that they sneak out of the country together. For such an intelligent man, he seemed awfully content in remaining in ignorance about the lengths to which they would have to go to accomplish such a feat. Even if he was granted an international portkey to return to France in the next few days, it wasn't exactly as if she could use it with him. Laws were put in place to prevent anyone from using an authorized portkey outside of the Ministry of Magic. Either he would have to smuggle it out, which could result in a lengthy stay in Azkaban, or she would have to sneak into the Ministry with him. Though they could bribe whichever poor soul was in charge of the portkeys allowing British citizens to leave the country, the chance of her getting caught were too great.