She shivered a bit at the feel of his fingers on her lower back. Bloody well ticklish, that's what she was. She stuck her tongue out when he pointed out he might have an easier time of it, then reached back to catch his hand. "This way I won't lose you," she pointed out in return as she threaded through the crowd. Once they reached the table, she sighed happily and sank into a seat, waving one hand in the air and trying to get the attention of a waiter.
"I like pubs," she said, "but bloody hell, is this one ever noisy tonight, yeah? It's Muggle, though, so no firewhiskey and no autographs. You don't mind that, do you?" It hadn't even occurred to her to ask about it, just assuming that a pub down the street was better than popping back into Wizarding London to get a drink. "I still have to drag your arse out for karaoke sometime."