"I think that sounds lovely," she agreed, "I could do with a drink myself. Just something light, though; I'd hate for it to go to my head."
Smiling to her husband, she slipped her hand in his. Well, no point in avoiding contact; they were man and wife, after all, if less conventionally than it would appear from the outside. And she was shameless, going on about her business as if nothing untoward were happening behind the scenes. A good little actress, was Bellatrix when she had to be.