"Of course I'm joking, you idiot," Rabastan said, resisting the urge to bap his friend on the forehead. "Well, mostly. Merlin's saggy tits, you should see your face."
He wasn't entirely joking, though. Hell, if Barty and Evan had actually shacked up together in a serious way, that meant anything was possible, didn't it? If marriage wasn't in their future, it was good for a joke; if it was a possibility, then he'd put the idea out there for his part in it. He wasn't really as brassed off about not being told sooner as he'd made it out to be, but it was kind of annoying. Just a little bit.
Then again, they'd probably been shagging each other senseless, knowing the two of them. And Rabastan did know the two of them, quite well.
"Take another drink, Barty, and calm your nerves," he said, shaking his head. "Then tell me all about it."