"I heard something. And I could smell you," he admitted. "You always had this really specific smell."
He moved slightly closer, feeling braver than he had in a while.
"What if I don't care? Who are we even trying to hide from? There's no press here, no one we have to pretend for. Why does it have to blow up in our faces?" He covered one of Potters hands with his own. "It's none of their business, what we do. Why shouldn't we get what we want, this time."