The evening had taken a turn from the light-hearted flirting, but he didn't think that was necessarily a bad thing. They were toying with topics that they had shied away from for a long time; maybe they were both growing as people. Becoming actual adults. It was refreshing.
"Our heads are not easy places to be," he said, tracking the movement. He'd always loved her hair. "We're always pre-occupied with work. I'm pretty sure we're the definition of 'workaholics'." He glanced around, was satisfied that they were alone and no one could over hear. The Golden Unicorn also provided a measure of privacy charms around each table, which was why Kingsley liked the place. "I've only been out in the Muggle world, at clubs and such. Nothing serious, or that's lasted longer than a night." She'd know what that meant; Kingsley only visited the Muggle world when it wasn't women he had a yen for.