Roger grinned wickedly at Angie and lazily flipped Marcus off. "Come now darling, you know you love being surrounded by crazy free spirits. You wouldn't change me for the world, just like I wouldn't change you." He turned back to Angie and smiled. "This one acts tough, but he's got a heart of gold."
He lifted his eyebrows with interest at Angie's statement, and chuckled slightly at Roger's reply - the other man had a fascination with the hobbies and jobs that Quidditch players had. "That's amazing! I love photography, are you good? I mean obviously that's a highly subjective question, but..." He trailed off and grimaced at himself. "Why do you allow me to open my mouth sometimes," he asked Marcus.
"Then it's decided," he said leading the way. "We'll eschew being adults for the day and go instead for the fun option." He rolled his eyes and hefted one of his bags for emphasis. "No dear, I remembered to bring a quaffle this time. Plus, what the FitzPatrick doesn't know won't hurt them." He turned and shot Angie a cheeky grin. "Plus nothing wrong with a bit of judicious breaking and entering right?"