Dylan smiled just a little bit, placing an arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer. "That's all right," he said. "I don't feel like telling you to fuck off. You're not the one insisting on rehashing memories of my father with me. I don't care for half of the people here."
"Cass fucked around a lot," he added. "I think quite a few of this old shags are here and I really don't care to know that they're sorry."
He smiled at her when she mentioned food. "Trying to take care of me?" he asked, finding that he didn't mind at all. He nodded. "We'll do a Muggle pub, I'll even eat, how's that?" he said. "It would be fitting anyway. Cass grew up as much in the Muggle world as this one anyway, he was just very good at pretending differently."