Faelan poured himself some more cognac, scowled at the taste of it, and gave a minuscule double take at Harry's expression. The man seemed in a strange mood tonight, and Sirius had sung all those depressing songs, and now they were spending their night on the town talking about fire protection?
"I bet Padma can find a good book at the shop about household safety. I'll owl her about it when we get home." He pushed his drink aside and signaled their waiter for a beer. "But now can we please drink like men and talk about breasts or something?" He glanced at Gaius. "Or bollocks, obviously."