He smiled and ran his dry hand over her cheek, looking into her eyes, How many was that now, all told? Two for me, three for you? Not including the seeds, of course. We could do more, if you'd like, but five's a good number for a start. Tomorrow night we'll double it, and then we'll see what reaction we get. His fingers traced down to her chin, before slipping away, and he caught his bearings. The closest portkey was only a few blocks away, and frankly, he could have done more, but he had a reason for how he did things. And we'll need an alibi, bloody snooping constables may come around and ask questions.