"Oh, I wasn't talking about the sex," Rabastan said easily, laughing. "Neither of you are boring where that's concerned."
No, he was talking about the other aspect of it. The fact that their social life was limited, that they moved as a pair. Not that he minded having Barty here, not at all, but if he was only going to see them alone at their respective workplaces (Barty at the Ministry, Evan at St. Mungo's), that was going to get annoying.
He chose the wine, the Antinori from Tuscany, and decided that he was in the mood for meat. "Mm, filet mignon," he said. "You two ready? I'm famished."