“Depends on if I have to enjoy the company of other moody women.” He grinned, joking, at this point he didn’t care who Miles was married too, he was rather feeling to happy to worry about anything. Telling Miles was exactly what he’d needed, even if his friend was going to attempt to tear the mickey out of him for it.
“Oh ho! Don’t even start on that! Marlowe will easily be running that team, Just give him a few more months and I’ll have him flying better on a broom then you.” He smirked, lifting the lit cigar to his lips, stopping to almost snort in more amusement. “And that goes for any other children I have.”