Charlie's blank look didn't clear up. "I...guess," he said slowly. His eyes shifted to one side, then the other. His body, his choice? Hermione had him whipped harder than a temperamental thestral? Ron was really into this "rest of our lives" stuff for an eighteen year old? Locking eyes again with Ron, he shrugged and let out a laugh. "Actually, I have no clue about this stuff. I got inked when I was with a girl, and I didn't give two wanks what she thought about it. I'll just smile and nod?" he suggested with a cheeky grin.
He sighed. "Yes. I do. I'm dragonsexual," he said in a flat voice, giving the stuffed dragon a pat on the head with a brief, suggestive flick of his eyebrows before stonily staring at Ron.