"No, Audrey, you can let me because I insist," he said. The more he thought about it, the better it sounded. "It's not going to throw my life into upheaval. If anything, marrying you will make my life easier as having a proper, pureblood wife would remove one of Mother's avenues of attack." He twisted his hands in hers unconsciously so he could weave their fingers together and grinned wickedly. "Not that you'd ever be a proper anything."
"Come on, Auds. You know we work well together. Neither of us are involved with anyone. We're both unfairly good looking." He raised one of their clasped hands up so he could brush a kiss across her knuckles. "Let's thumb our noses at Society in grand style and, as a bonus, give Bletchley an eyebrow twitch. Marry me, Audrey."