"Nope. With both of us drunk? I can't even imagine what would occur." He laughed. "Either World War 3 or something equally as insidious." He leaned against the wall, and took another sip of his soda. "And besides, I think Mum would kill me if she found out I kept getting drunk every night. No matter how old I get, she can still strike terror in my heart of hearts. She learned from Lucius, I swear."
He set the can down on the counter and drew his knees up to his chest. "God, Lucius... He sent me an owl today asking if we'd complied yet. Nosty bastard."