Alicia's relief was almost palpable. She had tried to act as if she would go home with him, on the hope that he wouldn't take the offer.
It would seem to have worked. This time.
"I work with goblins everyday," she assured him. "I think I know more about them being irate than most people ever would and I wouldn't wish them on you for the world." I think you'd kill them all.
She sounded almost like her old self, and she summoned her cloak as she smiled back at him.
If he was a Death Eater, she was going to have to find out, and also find out how to stay away from him. Even if it meant being in France more often than she was here. Possibly just as bad as having a Death Eater interested in you because you were a Muggleborn was having a Death Eater interested in you because you were a woman.
"Thank your mother for me again," she said, slipping her cloak on and letting her hand come to rest on his chest.