That was definitely not what Barty had been expecting when Chas had told him she'd been working on a new trick. At the mention of the other man's name, a jealous tug pulled at his gut. He took another drink. He wasn't scared of the wild animal in his office, though he certainly wasn't complaining about not getting attacked by a jaguar. But, fuck, she was gorgeous and that was only amplified in her animal form. He almost wanted to tell her he couldn't wait until she did learn to control it. He wanted to be there when she could. That made him a terrible person, didn't it? At least the things he did for the Dark Lord were for a mostly selfless cause.
"That's certainly some trick, Chas," he said, the corners of his lips twitching as his features darkened even more. He took a step toward her, studying her in appreciation. Taking another drink, he set the glass down on his desk and approached her. He lifted a hand and just barely brushed her hair back, a smile on his face. "I would have guessed you'd have spots. The fierce feline fits brilliantly, though."