"I thought that telling you that I was talking to Emmeline was warning enough. Really, Alastor, I think you're slowing down with your old age," she teased. "However, I hope that by now, we are on the same page, so we can discuss the rest of it."
Marlene snorted. "No, I didn't. She used it as the stepping stone that led her to decide that we're in love. I already knew all of that. Merlin, Alastor, you went off and investigated my murder, which goes against every rule in the book, your eye, your leg, retiring. Did you think I needed her to tell me anything? You were reckless and that's not who you are. Why do you think I was on you to find a wife? I was hoping to give you someone else to keep you grounded if something were to happen to me. Sometimes, you are very thick."
She smirked. "Maybe, or maybe they don't know how to deal with you." She ran her finger up and down his leg in a gently motion. "Now, do you have an opinion on the rest or are we still ignoring it?"