Another point for Dempsey. Dean had already said too much given their surroundings; his stupid was showing again. They were alone in the garden for the moment, but anybody could come out at any time. Still, "I can't leave yet." He hadn't yet given a sufficient appearance tonight, not when he'd been specifically invited. It wasn't quite work, but it was close enough that he had to play the part appropriately. This French friend of his had connections in the French parliament and Dean wasn't going to step on any toes.

"Another hour or so," the address was the same, the floo was still open, so was the invitation, even if Dean didn't know what it meant.