Morag laughed, a bursting slash of mirth that sounded out of place in the low din of Auror office, but nobody looked twice. She was always making strange noises, was their Morag.
"I'd slap your mouth for cheek, but aye, make it a muggle pub and I might just agree." If that didn't turn his pure blood cold, then maybe she'd be all right with him. Just a drink of course.
"Come on with you. Department's this way, you monkey."