He supposed locking the door was probably a very sensible idea, the sort of idea that was certainly Maxie's and not Anatole's. He would have forgotten, happily mind you, all about locking up or making sure everyone was out of sight and hearing distance before he moved onto the real purpose of this visit.
Still, Maxie's last job of the day was done in a matter of seconds, and Anatole wasn't complaining. Not getting caught was probably a very good idea indeed. Especially as Maxie had worked so hard, he would want it ending under a storm cloud. And he didn't personally want to become the subject of any gossip either.
"Then sit back and relax," Anatole smirked, letting the blonde lead him, and taking the time to admire Maxie's backside, "And let me take care of you." He wasn't going to do anything to help relive the ache in his feet, no, but he was certainly going to distract him. "But if you owned it, you'd employ people. Get everyone run around for you." Just like Harry did.