"Nothing, because there's no defence to that," he said, chuckling.
"You sound surprised. What's going on in that head of yours? You know I'm teasing you about all of this, right? I understand that a few decades have passed by." Callum laced his fingers with Charlie's. "We'll do what's right for us."
He sniggered. "I'm not getting in bed or I'll never get out, and it's not--" He grinned. "Proper." Not that he gave a crap about beds and sheets, but he wouldn't enjoy getting up if he settled in for the night.
Callum chuckled at the way Charlie phrased things. "You don't want to wait, do you? I have no idea how long it takes nowadays. I suppose that it all depends where we want it. For something outside, we need to wait at least until May or June to make it bearable. If we find some place inside, then we don't have to. At least three months to get everyone used to it, and by that I mean Baron, mostly. So any time after March if we do it inside, later if we do it outside."