"I know. You are all about the Liszt." Barty gave Regulus' hand a squeeze, then headed out the door with him. He let go of his hand to lock the door and didn't bother taking Regulus' hand again. Seemed safer that way, one never knew with modern phones. Someone could recognise Regulus and take pictures. He knew how to be discreet, not that he liked it.

"How far away is it? Are we walking, driving?"