"Oh hell not, you know with that girl who does what. The boy meets the girl's family, then met the boy's family, then you ask for her hand," he said, knowing that there were plenty of rules even if he'd never had to deal with them. "How the fuck do you decide who does what and when? Do you flip a coin and decide who's the girl? I'm sure there are pages and pages on the subject, you're too uncouth to know them."
Callum made a face of agreement as he nodded. "Yeah, you're being a twat, and that's fine. We all get to be twats at a time or another. I'm trying to figure out why you're being a twat. What's going on, Charlie? You put them through their paces, not that it's the wrong thing, but that's not you usually. You let me do the bitching and yelling. Talk to me, mate."