Zach nearly startled when she touched him. He wasn't a toucher, outside of a very particular set of circumstances. And he hadn't expected it from Brown, a former Gryffindor with no reason to like him. He settled almost instantly, however, because she kept touching him, and something about her was almost calming to him.
He was busy mulling over that ridiculousness when Brown announced her intent to apparate them, and he had no chance to protest. Once he recovered from the apparation, he was glad he hadn't objected. The scent of grilling meat was even better than that of the girl who'd just dragged him sideways through a keyhole.
"Anyone ever told you that you're bossy?" Zach asked, but there was no bite in it. Any irritation he felt about being apparated against his will was allayed by the promise of mouthwatering steaks.
He'd always liked red meat. He liked it a whole lot more since he'd been turned. He especially liked it in the days before and after a shift.