"What?" He mouthed without saying the words. Wasn't the point of this whole evening to forget? Then she kissed his neck again.
He heaved out a breath. "No names." He repeated her words from the club. He doubted she had the connections, but he didn't need it getting back to the office. Not without context.
"She's a colleague." A lie. She was a subordinate. Would this girl notice he was lying? He didn't know. "We've been spending a lot of time together recently. It wasn't anything involved." He felt her nip at his neck, his last word catching in his throat. "She thought I was gay. It was a misunderstanding." He clarified. She was still kissing his neck, he didn't want that to stop just because he made the same mistake he had with Maria. "Then after weeks of not talking she showed up here. Through the floo. We kissed."
Boiling it down like that, clinical. No frills or feelings gave him an odd feeling of guilt. He leaned his neck over, giving her a better angle. "She wants to talk about whatever that makes us." He didn't even know if it did make them anything. He was a Were with insomnia and abandonment issues who surrounded himself with other Weres. It was just a point of weakness.
He wanted to ask if she was satisfied, but assumed she'd push if she wanted more. He needed Maria out of his head. Maybe he should've just drank until he blacked out and fell asleep.