He wanted to press her on this issue. But she was right, this was neither the time nor the place. So he leaned down and kissed her as if they were nothing more than newlyweds who couldn't keep their hands to themselves.
The market was rather empty, considering the time of day, and they quickly picked up some steaks and potatoes. As she paid, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up a bit. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he murmured in her ear, "I think someone is watching us, mon amour. You'll need to remember whose accounts."
Yes, they walked to the Apparition point rather quickly, but again they were newlyweds. It was to be expected. And they helped the illusion along when his hand strayed to her arse a time or two and she giggled.
Once they were home, he strengthed the wards. "Was anyone lurking about?" He didn't like the idea of someone going into her office. What if she'd caught them, he thought, as his fists opened and closed a bit.