"He's an Auror," Atlas explained, wrapping his arms around her as well. "The conversation boiled down to register, or be arrested. And as much as I know I could handle Azkaban. . . for a while at least. I didn't want to be apart from you." He buried his face in her hair for a moment, and took in her scent. It was amazing, as usual.
When they pulled apart, he gave her a grin and a nod as they stepped out of the doorway and shut the house up. "I suppose I could side along you," he said, taking her hand and kissing it before he pulled her in close. "Close your eyes," he whispered, before closing his own, to concentrate on their destination.
Opening his eyes, he took a small step away from her to allow her to get her bounds before heading out of the alley he'd taken them to. "It's a Muggle restaurant," he explained. "But it's very good." The sign above the door said 'Kalyvia,' and he squeezed her hand before heading in to give the host their name.