Their eyes met and Marcus smiled sheepishly, "you're most welcome, love," he said with a wink, "me mate says it's quite rare, but figured t'was worth the gold..." He chuckled as she set it on the table, tapping his temple, "don't forget it's there, yeah?"
Just then, their pints arrived, a thick dark brew with a thick creamy head on top. The bounty hunter smiled and picked up his glass, "cheers!" he took a big pull of his drink before responding, "not insanely busy, actually." He set his glass down, "had t'put the boot to a chap who thought spreadin' lies 'bout the Ministry was a a good plan." He shrugged, "work's a blast. I love what I do," he said with a smile, "who wouldn't?"