Aubrey smiled more fondly than he really meant to when Mary lifted his arm and made him twirl her. Always so demanding, he thought playfully though Mary had never asked for more than he could give her and there had been nothing he'd wanted to deny her either... besides his present for three years. A part of him had hoped and expected her to have moved on into some other bloke and another, more dominantly selfish side of him had refused to consider such a possibility because that meant she would have moved on from him the way he had been incapable of moving on from her.
His arms reached up to catch her by the shoulders when she fell against him, laughter rumbling in his chest. "Not when you're wasted, no," he agreed easily, his hands moving from her shoulders to wrap neatly around his waist without his consent. He had already intended to stay like they were for awhile... needed to at the moment actually, since the buzz of the admittedly minimal amount of alcohol he'd consumed was making him crave warmth and safety. Mary meant both.
"Gladly," he said, somehow managing to make that come out sounding dirtier than she'd actually meant it. There was no way she would be able to Apparate back home without splinching herself and there was no way he was letting her walk back alone when he could be walking next to her and, if she was wasted enough, hold her hand. He watched her and smiled that fond smile again. "Or," and this time he really was joking. "You could come back to mine."