Harry sighed, but was grinning at the same time. "Sometimes there has been. I have a very dangerous job you know." He grinned cheekily, but blushed all the same. He really had to get over that habit. "I know. It's a flaw in me, I like terrible people."
Trying very hard not to think about what it would be like to sleep with Roger in a cramped little tent, he just nodded. "That could be fun. The only time I've been camping is at the World Cup back in 94, and that wasn't exactly a proper camping experience." He pushed away the memories; now was not the time.
"She's great, really. Still trying to fix me up with the gardener, no matter how many times I tell her I'm not the one he's interested in."