"Not too bad. My scar's faded a bit and I think it's taken the intensity away. I'm certainly not being sick with them like I was," she admitted, pulling her hair over her face even if the scar was expertly covered with Muggle make-up and strong Glamours that she had to re-do every two hours or so.
Scarlett squirmed a little on his lap at his words and touch, looking up at him and moving one of her hands back to brush across the front of his robes, pressing against his cock. "Not yet," she replied, the want clear in her voice.
"Jesus, he really will take after his father," she said fondly. "And quality checks? Whatever happened to that line between boss and employees? Do whatever you want but you know you'll fuck it up if you do."