"I'll owl you as soon as I get back to my flat," he told her, reaching over to touch her arm gently. "Wouldn't want you worrying too long."
He nodded as she spoke, then moved to lie down on the blanket, his upper body resting on the shingles, created a good angle to recline on, but not very comfortable. "I like my independence," he said. "That's part of why I don't want to be registered. I like my life, free of Ministry interference. I don't want them poking their noses here they don't belong."
Shaking his head then, he reached out a hand and touched her hair gently. "Let's not talk about it any more," he said with a grin. "When are you planning on hauling me off to Ireland?"