Nell smiled, a little sadly. "You could, you know. I wouldn't mind being able to talk to you for a little while - I never know what's going on. The last time we had a moment alone your mother turned up." He blushed a little, remembering. He'd been so sure something was going to happen then - the wine, and the warm fire and Harry had had him undress - but then it had come to nothing. Something always seemed to be distracting them. He could hardly blame Harry. He'd had enough of his own distractions with Demetri, and Antoine and the ambassador.