Roger snorted slightly, charmed by Marcus' simple understated way of empathising with him. "Blending can also be an excellent way to stop the village bully from handing your arse to you as well," he said, with a slight shake of his head. "It may not always be right, but going with the flow can sometimes be the wisest choice at a particular moment."
"You do not understand Marc Flint, how exactly much you have just literally saved my arse," Roger crowed with a huge grin. "Spending time with someone I genuinely like and admire is so much better than spending time with someone who either wants to shag me, get on the team, or sell some gossip to Witch Weekly." Privately, he felt that he might be doing Melinda a bit of disservice. She wasn't actually likely to set him up with anyone horrible, but the idea of spending a night with Marcus - even if the other man had completely missed the fact that Roger had basically asked him over for a date - well, it was worth not meeting the girl Melinda had lined up. He stopped and looked at Marcus thoughtfully. "I have a tellie, maybe I could introduce you to the dubious joys of Muggle television - you're always saying you'd like to learn a bit more about Muggle life." He paused for a moment, his eyebrows shooting up, before breaking into a delighted laugh. "Rowena, I love you sometimes do you know that? I'm sure there must be some way to make you simper though. A hot massage after a long match? Reading a book during a thunderstorm? Oh wait those are things that would make me simper. Damn!"
Taking a swig of his drink, he stretched languidly, exposing his stomach and the tops of his cotton boxers for a moment. "So, what type of food shall I order in? Indian? Chinese? Persian? I know a tonne of great places. Any preferences. I suppose I could apparate over this way and grab something from Mellie's shop unless you'd want to?"