Ford didn't actually realize what he'd said when it came out of his mouth, so he was surprised when Lestrange stood up. "Oh — sure," he answered, and rose to follow, with some slight trepidation. Going to a private room meant having a private conversation, and while in theory this entire discussion about relationships should have been conducted out of public earshot, Cash hadn't suggested it when Ford had first brought it up. Had he figured something out about what Ford was talking about? Had he pieced together who Ford was talking about? It wasn't entirely outside of the realm of possibility. They were cousins, and Ford didn't really know much about the Lestrange family and whether or not they were close to their cousins. Maybe they talked, and Cash had gotten some of the other side of the story from Macnair already and figured things out.

Ford was half a dozen feet away from where they'd been sitting when he realized he'd forgotten his wine, and had to go back for it. He hesitated over the deck of cards, but left them behind; they probably weren't going to need the pretext in one of the private rooms, and the game had long since ceased to be any entertainment.

Lestrange had gotten the room by the time Ford returned. Ford set his glass of wine down and leaned on one of the tables, glancing at Cash with a vaguely guilty expression.

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