Almost as if it was instinct, Lucy linked her arm with Roger as the pair made their way through the crowd at the Three Broomsticks and out into the brisk, if not slightly chilly winter air. "I keep tab on your fans, not your date book," she told him teasingly.
As Lucy sidestepped a block of snow, she craned her neck toward Roger, her eyebrows raised again slightly in question. "So, I take it you're going to tell me the truth now?" she asked him.
Her voice didn't sound demanding or irritated that Roger hadn't been completely honest in the pub. In fact, she knew she should have known better than to ask in such a crowded place. But it took some getting used to. Lucy wasn't quite good at all this.