"Nevermind," Lavender smiled. She knew it was too early for Malachi to decide if he really liked his decision for a new career path.
"I just think he's a purist prick. And a socialist snob. He went on to me how your last name might help me get ahead and help Truth, you know because he's a half-blood and all," she rolled her eyes but didn't let it spoil the feel of Malachi's hand on her thigh. She was going to let it go slow and not push him. "But he didn't seem impressed by you being a artist," she shook her head. "I guess he'll be happy now? He'll think your trying to get back into high society." She laughed at that. Neither of them cared about that stuff. If Malachi was concerned about getting back into high society, he certainly wouldn't have married her.