Expecting him to whisk her away to a room within their hosts' house, she was quite surprised to find herself being apparated off somewhere. The next thing she knew she was standing somewhere entirely unfamiliar, the distant din of the party completely gone, replaced by the quiet of what appeared to be a study. Presumably his study, unless she was wildly mistaken. Here was his private space, a room he presumably kept sacred as most men seemed to, and he'd decided to take her there of all places. It was probably a compliment, although Ursula really would have preferred feather pillows and silk sheets to the cold, hard wood of his floor.

At least she assumed he wasn't thinking of the desk, that seemed an awkward place to do it and she wasn't sure he ought to try with his leg as it was, the last thing she wanted was to see him hurt or embarrassed. "Where have you brought me?" she murmured playfully, leaning in close to him so that she breathed the words almost against his neck.

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