Michael nodded. "I didn't expect you to know what to do. Just wanted someone to talk to." He grinned wickedly at Roger over his drink. "After all, if any girl ever got pregnant with your kid, she wouldn't tell you anyway. Who'd want that influence on a child?"
He brightened at the mention of Camile. "Of course! Why didn't I think of him?" He looked into his drink, then drained it. "Probably because I was planning more on getting drunk. But yeah, I'll try to talk to her too." He could send her an owl after he got home. Or maybe that wasn't a good idea--his handwriting was likely to be a mess. In the morning. He did want to get to know her better, at least.