Shaking her head, Verity twisted slightly and kissed his neck. "You're lucky I'm not the jealous type, Weasley." she smiled and pressed against him, loving the feel of his arm around her, even after all these years.
She sat there for a few moments, his silence screaming questions she wasn't sure she was ready to answer. Taking a sip of her beer, she started, anyway, sucking it up. "He was in Africa," she said, knowing he'd know who she meant.