Lachlan snickered at the slip. Oaf—it conjured the image of a bumbling idiot with a nut for a brain. He was a giant, sure, but not an oaf. He took a seat beside her and beckoned for the barkeep.

"That's not fair, tiny auror. And you should be careful. I've got fans here to be offended on my behalf. You might make yourself unpopular," he replied cheekily, turning to the barkeep so he could order her a new beer. After the man disappeared back behind the counter, Lach turned so he could face her.

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