Malcolm grinned, although actually surprised she accepted the invitation, he was sure she would turn it down. "Oh, we'll find some." He smirked as they left the rotting shack of a house, he joked, "Or make some new times to reminise on later."
The two walked in the direction of the pub, not being but a few blocks from it. He almost made the gesture of offering his arm as they walked, but realized any wrong move and this one could easily be offended and run off. While he fancied her slightly, it was mainly because her posh and stuck-up personality gave him a challenge and something to play with. Speaking with her was almost a solid form of entertainment in Malcolm's odd way of thinking.
Arriving at the 3 Broomsticks they found themselves a table, a bit distanced from the crowds of other wizards. A server would approach them and take orders to which Malcolm asked for his usual fire whiskey and informed the waitress it would be on one check, "Pointless to make you pay for your own, wouldn't it?" he smirked at Jillian referring to the new pouch of money she now had on her.