Barty leaned back a little as Rabastan began to talk, an he of course immediately got it was with Evan. Really, who the hell else was it possible to be? No one was the short answer. Was the only answer. Barty should have seen it coming, himself, but then if he had seen it coming, it would have simply happened then. No, he had no time to see it coming because that was about all it took.
Pet names had always been something Barty did with those he fucked on a more regular basis than the stream of blokes passing in and out of his flat when he had - Merlin, when it had been his flat. He wasn't having it much longer, bachelor pad and all. That made him smile.
Accepting the flask back, Barty grinned. "On the right track," he replied with a small chuckle and drank more of the whiskey. Oh he felt warmer already than whiskey ever could make him.