"She left because of the sickening things you did, and still do. She wouldn't want you back. She's a good person."
"Interesting thing about memories, Fleur," he said flatly. "You can change them fairly easily. I don't need her to want me back right now. I just need her."
His face might have twitched a little, and he brought the tea tray over to her, gesturing to a chair. "Sit, please."
He poured her a cup of tea. "I am offering you a deal, Fleur. I think it's a kind one. Your grandmother for your love."
"Oh, I think you might be interested in hearing what I have to say, Fleur," he said easily. "I have something you want."
"Ferris," he replied, escorting her to the door. "I know he's a little dopey right now, but... he's a sweetheart, isn't he?"
He laughed, his voice low and gruff. "Stole... hm. I guess that's a good term for it. Memories can be returned, my sweet girl. I might be able to be convinced to make some adjustments. Either way, would you still leave him behind? With me?"
He paused, tilting his head. "You can walk out of here right now, Fleur," he told her lightly. "Easily. But Ferris will not be coming with you, unless I get what I want."
