Cormac looked over at Katie with a grin. "You don't have one?" he asked, playfully. "I already said I knew plenty of people with bar names. I have one. You just don't know it."
He smirked at Katie. "Of course there are. There are cute females in like every department. You should been an officer worked rather than a writer. From how you sound, there's no other cute girl writers or something." He paused, then shrugged, brushing off the memory that Astoria once worked at the Daily Prophet. She hadn't been a writer, that he knew, but she had worked there before. "Being careful is the key, yeah. Like I said, use a place you can lock the door. Then if someone tries to come in, get dressed quickly, and then just claim it was an accident. If they can't prove it, they can't prove anything," he said with a nod. He snorted. "Well, maybe you're just screwed. At least at the Ministry, you can watch him if his eyes start to wander. Then I can kick his ass to remind him how it's not supposed to. Or you can."