Marcus and Roger
"I save it for the Quidditch pitch," Marcus answered, his tone a little flat but hopefully not enough to draw attention to the deflection. It wasn't a topic he particularly felt like discussing, especially not on a night like tonight, which was supposed to be enjoyable and not tinged with remnants of his own ugly history.
As it almost always did, the sound of Roger's laugh brought a small smile to Marcus' face before the expression was gone in deference to being able to kiss the younger man back. "I don't know," Marcus answered, unsure. "I'm not sure how well that will go, for either of us."