"I've got all sort of hidden powers. You'll have to discover them for yourself," he answered, not even hesitating for a moment. One day they might have a discussion where joking wouldn't help, but it wasn't time yet. "I know. It would have violated so many etiquette rules, and we're such Society boys that we would have never pulled anything like that." He stopped for a moment, and then frowned. "You know what's more absurd, that there probably are rules for introducing you gay lover to your family. That would have been unheard of in my time, unless you wanted to get hexed. You could fuck anyone, at least in some circles, but you brought the nice girl at home."
Callum wasn't ready to let it go. "So if it's not the rain, what's got you pants in a twist?" he asked. "And don't even try telling me it's not my business, because if I was bitchy for a few drops, you'd haul my arse in here, asking for an explanation." True, it was a lot more than a few drops for a lot of days, but it still didn't fit with what he had seen of Charlie. Something else was at play. "You know I have to watch your back, but you need to tell me what the fuck is going on."