"I don't think anyone wants you there badly enough to risk Azkaban, although I might be wrong," he said with a tiny smile. "Calling what off?" Maybe if he figured that part out, it would be easier to decide what to do.
He reached for Charlie, sliding a hand on the inside of his thigh, and resting there as Charlie stared in front of him.
"Really? How many people do you know on a reserve that just moved in together? Has it ever happened in Romania?" He almost hoped that it had, that maybe it was just him having a problem and not the rest of the world, but he couldn't believe that things had changed so much.
Callum straightened up and stared at Charlie. "A change of heart would mean that we've ever come to a conclusion, but we haven't. It's just... it's one thing to shag occasionally when no one is around; it's another when it's some dirty secret. That's like keeping a whore on the side, but worse, because I work for you and my son is here. God help me for even suggesting this, but would it be an option? Make it legal somehow? Is it done on a reserve? Could it work?"