Callum used the opportunity to nip the skin of Charlie's neck. "If you behave, I might spare you the embarrassment. We don't want to tell Baron and that's mandatory if we're telling grandchildren." He really hoped that Baron would take it well, though, because he couldn't imagine doing this without his son's approval.
"I wasn't planning on punching you, and if I ever do, I doubt I'd be logical enough to remind you not to get into a fist fight," he answered, chuckling.
He looked at Charlie, convinced that he was pulling his leg, but then Charlie went on and it was obvious that he wasn't. "Fuck... I had no clue, and that's kind of very important. Maybe not for you, but for him, and I wouldn't have-" He let out a deep breath again. "I'll talk to him. Things were chaotic, and he deserves to know what's going on, know exactly why I did what I did. It needs to come from me."
Callum snorted. "Maybe for normal people but since you are hardly normal, who knows what you'd be planning." He smiled. "I think sleep can wait, but I'd love if you stayed. I think I overdid it last night. My body is refusing to do much, so lying here seems like a pretty good option."