Molly was of the opinion he could enjoy physical contact with her any time he wanted. Not that she was brave enough to say as much out loud, thanks!
"None of this American piss water beer either." She pulled an arm out so she could poke him in the chest with a mock stern look. "There's a place in Chicago. The guy who owns it makes his own beer and I got spoiled for stuff that was meant to be served at room temp." Even if Harry always chilled Mac's brews.