Fabrice is aware that standing around with Demetri in the park, for all of its innocent appearance, could be taken the wrong way if some wayward photographer happened to snap a picture of them, especially at this hour. He does feel exposed, having already spent so much time in public as it was that night. Still, they're not currently in any compromising positions, at least.

"Sort of? Witches' meeting," he admits without thinking, before his eyes widen and he clamps his hand over his mouth. "Shit," he grimaces when he pulls his hands away. "I probably wasn't supposed to tell you that."