He shrugged. "Thought it might be nice. Haven't seen much of you the last few days." He took the seat across from her and filled his own wine glass and piled food on the table. "Didn't want to get food if you'd cooked something though."
The fish was delicious and the woman was right, you could tell it had been caught that very morning. Chewing and washing down that bite with some wine, he considered Fleur's face with concern. "Bruises are healing." He still didn't like the idea of her fighting off Death Eaters.