"I'm sure that Liam would love a night with 'Cent, and she was always moaning at me that I took him away. Somehow, I don't think she'll say no." After all, they were the ones responsible for killing her baby.
She seemed as oblivious to it all as he was - not that he was planning on talking to Dolohov and asking him exactly what effects they could expect. "It's like things are just getting... comfortable," he admitted.
When she mentioned her little problem, he did chuckle. "That sounds like a Bletchley thing to do," he shook his head. "My ancestors were so damn... proud of the name, like no other could be better." He noticed how pale and soft her skin was against his darker and roughened hands. "You're not upset are you?"
He pulled her in closer to an embrace for now, wrapping his arms around her and daring to voice the thought in his head. "You know, perhaps, just for now, we see how it goes. This is ahh... not turning out at all how I expected." With each day, the urgency to get an annulment seemed further away, even if he knew in the back of his mind that he should try, he really wasn't doing much about it because he was actually liking being married to her.