"Although I really should make you do it. What are you going to tell our grandchildren otherwise? That you tried to propose in a graveyard?" he said, laughing. It actually felt good to laugh again, and not that sarcastic laugh that was meant to cover everything he was feeling.
Callum nodded. "Might have been," he said, chuckling. "He's lucky your nephew stepped in the middle. I might have been drunk, but I can fight, and dirty too when needed. I grew up in the streets during the war. Muggle boys, no magic, I don't need a wand."
He was confused again. "What does his ego have anything to do with this? In fact, his ego should be doing just fine. He can blame Alastor for everything, but I'll leave it up to you. Your family isn't normal."
He snorted. "It's not age, but alcohol poisoning," he said dryly. "Although we can skip history and exploding snap. A wedding we need to plan even if we have to pick a nation considering that we can't be married here." He nipped Charlie's lips. "So, boss, are you going to spend the night here so you can refresh my memory or should we wait until the engagement? We probably should wait." He missed Charlie in his bed, but he also knew that it was going to be worse if people found out like this. "Nevermind, I know the answer to that one," he said with a sigh.