"I'm taking you away," he announced, mostly in response to the way she clutched to him. "After this case and we both get some time off, I'm taking you away." Of course, how long could they both manage to get in conjunction? Over night? A week-end? And how soon could that happen? They'd be lucky if they could get away before it snowed again. At least with their blood status they were free to travel when and where they wished without excessive documentation. They weren't part of the problem in the wizarding world. "Just somewhere not here. Hiking in the mountains or a resort where we never leave the room. Maybe just sleep on a beach where you have to wear a large floppy hat and hopefully not the top to your bikini."
Roger was teasing. Only slightly. But somehow, some way, he was going to get them out of Diagon, get them out of Britain just for a few hours. He wanted Morag to have something to look forward to. "Sound good?" And he smirked. "Maybe if you play your cards right, I will consider taking you somewhere where they have cheese." Yes, he wasn't above bribing his M.
"Very well, love. In a minute." He would be content to hold her until she wished to move again. Roger didn't care if she waited forever.