Charlie snorted. "I have on occasion been known to be patient, once every few years - I think I can manage it again." He told Callum with a smirk. "I think we can both survive without a ring for the time being, though we can certainly fix that tomorrow if you want." He chuckled.
"No, I wasn't trying to ask you to marry me in the cemetery." Charlie denied, though perhaps if he'd been given the chance he might have. "I just ... I wanted to talk to you, and try and explain what had happened. It didn't have to happen there." He had actually offered to go somewhere else, not that he minded too much now that they were getting back on the right track. "Thank you, I've been told that by several people over the last week." Though Charlie could admit, this kind of thing would likely never be his forte.
"You do remember the part where I am 52 right? You don't actually have to ask for blessings from any of them." He'd have to talk to Alastor too now that he thoguht about it. "But I suppose if you really want to, Bill would be your best bet - Percy is too busy running the world, and Fred and George are idiots, and Ron ... yeah, best go with Bill."