Buggering hell, she'd called him by his first name. He swallowed, hoping that she couldn't see the relief that he felt was so plainly on his face. She trusted him. Good.
They appeared a block from his flat, in the alleyway behind the restaurant. "It's right out on the street," he said stepping back from her and reminding himself that she was a married woman. "How's the case coming?"
Yes, focus on work. That'd be good. If he thoguht about being her boss, then he wouldn't think about how nice she'd smelled when he'd Apparated them both.