"George is here, yes," Bill answered. "And Fred, Charlie, and Ginny. And my mum and dad." He nearly said Victoire's name, but bit his tongue. He didn't yet know when Fleur was from, and he knew that, if she hadn't had any of their children yet, that was going to be another conversation altogether.
"Then," Bill said, hesitating a bit. "You could stay." He didn't know exactly what she was asking. If she stayed, they would make a stab at having a normal life together -- at least that's what he assumed. He knew there had been plenty of people that had shown up to find their future spouse with someone else, but Bill had unerringly loyal to Fleur, and he could only assume that they would be together here as well. He couldn't even imagine anything else.
It was oddly difficult to think when her hands were pressed against his, and it was odd, because he didn't know if she'd ever had this particular effect on him, were she just jammed his brain to mush. But with the secret hope that she wouldn't return, he suddenly felt intimidated by his wife.
"After Greyback," Bill answered quietly. "But I've been here a long time."