"Does anything I do ever make sense to you?" he asked, cocking his head slightly and looking up at Stephen.
Azriel toyed with his champagne flute, thinking. "Sure," he answered. "We can leave on Friday if you think you can get away with it. I just want to make sure your family aren't going to try and Apparate somewhere if we're fucking," he teased. "It would be kind of hard to persuade them you're straight if they know who you're on holiday with."
He looked around the area where they were standing. "I really hate that I can't talk to you normally or touch you. Drives me nuts, especially when this party is so dull."