"Thank you." Regulus took the proffered glass, his fingers brushed against Jake's and they lingered longer than necessary. He pulled back ad took a sip of a champagne that had been made long after his death, but tasted very good. "Yes, well, the point stands," he said, looking at Jake. "There's a lot of people in this room, and no matter how you qualify it, it's not what you'd- society would have accepted in my time."
He shook his head. "No, I don't want to leave. I've seen much worse." Or much better, depending on the circumstances. Watching Bella torture some random Muggles was a lot less abnormal than this.
His eyebrow shoot up into his hairline. "Don't even try that. I've seen the way they were looking at each other. For a moment, it's like the rest of the world wasn't there. That's not paternal or fraternal love. That's a lot more, and that-" he said, nodding to the way yet another man was kissing Patrick. "That's not affection. That makes it obvious that they have had sex. I can understand both things, what I don't understand is how they can coexist together? How can he go from man to man? And why is Marcus not saying anything?" He could understand all about owning and possessing and being entitled to, but this sharing was more foreign than the Muggle clothes.