Charlie shook his head, it was hard to imagine living in a time like that - he knew some pure bloods played at that, holding onto traditions and all that, but Charlie had never seen the point. Why deny yourself and then get stuck in a marriage you might not even enjoy for the rest of your life? Seemed like a waste to him. "And just imagine what the kids in the league get up to these days." Charlie shook his head - no doubt they were having the time of their lives, but it was no wonder you didn't stay in that long.
"Oi." Charlie laughed smacking Callum's hand away from him. "I can't help it, you were ridiculous." He teased him. "I can't even imagine something like that happening - and then they offered you a job? They must have been really hard up at the time." Even if it had been the right choice, it was obvious Callum was good at this sort of thing, and of course it only helped him having experience with Quidditch, but it was still a pretty amazing story, the kind you told to your grand kids with a little extra embellishment about just how close you got to the dragon or something like that.
Charlie sighed and nodded. "Yeah, as much as I'd like to get up there with the kids every day, I think if nothing else this little venture of ours here has dispelled any thoughts I might have been harboring that I was still twenty years old." He stretched when Callum's hand found it's way under his shirt, pressing against warm fingers and palm, and he nodded. "Still a bit hard to believe that's giving him so much trouble - he grew up on a reserve, you must have done a really good job of playing celibate for a lot of years for him to take issue with this now."