Her smile was mesmerising. "Yes," he agreed, happy to go along with that as it made both her and Narcissa so delighted. He busied himself eating a biscuit and subtly shifted his posture away from Celeste in the hope of being able to concentrate better. Still, though, he glanced back at her even as he scolded himself inwardly for taking such an unprofessional interest in a new colleague.
"Then I shall leave all plans for the decorations in your very capable hands. No one knows Malfoy Manor better than a Malfoy, after all. It'll be a veritable winter wonderland by the time you're finished." He paused as he picked up his tea. "Dare I suggest a sprig or two of mistletoe? Or is that too cliche beyond words?"