"I am pefectly nice with the kids. It's everyone else I have a problem with; moving around, deciding to make a tourist stop, thinking that they are cool pets." Callum finally understood why they kept reserves out in the middle of nowhere. It wasn't to stop the dragons from killing, but from stopping the keepers from doing the same. "Mate, I really want to see their faces when you go off on them."
Callum batted his eyes. "Oh, Charlie, I always knew you were the only one for me." He literally had to bite the inside of his cheek from stopping from laughing. He didn't even want to think what people would say if they heard them.
"I have 'no' clue. You are the one from this time. I've been told that since it's normal for men to be in relationships, only having a bedroom implies that we are shagging. I guess since we are in charge, it's absurd that we didn't get a bigger tent or something," he said with a shrug. "That of course means that I can't flirt with someone else, because you'll get jealous and yell at them, or something." He sighed. "I guess I should talk to Baron, before someone says the wring thing and we really have a problem."