Of course by ‘cook for you’, Gawain really meant ‘order my elf to do it’, but that hardly mattered when she was nipping the skin of his neck and promising to come home with him. “Then we’ll floo over,” he said, taking her slender hand. He put his robes over her, willing to withstand the cold until he got them to the fireplaces. He kept an arm tight around her shoulders as they rounded a corner, a few fireplaces set up for players and fans to travel and out of. They had a line to wait in, but Gawain was more than willing to stand with her as people flashed in and out with bursts of green flame.
“I missed you. You should come and watch me play more often,” he said, ever the egotistical narcissist. Of course, in his mind, Daphne had come out just to see him, just in the hopes that he would take her home with him. Because what woman wouldn’t want to be brought home by Gawain Vasey? None, that’s how many. Well, maybe lesbians, but they didn’t count, not unless they were willing to experiment in his bed-
That probably wasn’t the best line of thinking when he was with Daphne, kissing her cheek and revealing in getting real affection for once. “I haven’t seen you in so long. What is it about that muggle school that you like so much? I might be getting jealous of your education,” he teased, fully planning on kissing her until she was weak in the knees the moment they were in his flat.