"I think that it's more perfect with you in it," he admitted without meaning to. "I like Remus, and he's a great friend, but I wouldn't care as much if he wasn't here. You're my brother." He chuckled. "And that's why you have a courtyard for you to play with your bikes and a perennial decent weather. You don't have to break anything inside. "There is something they still haven't figured out. A safe place where werewolves can transform."
Regulus snorted. "Are you ever not blunt when it comes to Mother? And don't bother answering. It was a rhetorical question. The point is that I want her to understand, so I'm not telling her until I'm calm enough that I can talk to her and hopefully, over time, let her see that it's not terrible." He smiled. "You're the one that wanted to distract her from me. The perfect marriage for you would distract her. You would do it just for me, obviously." He shrugged. "It's a matter of presenting it to her as the best marriage possible in this time, and since she doesn't know how things are, it will be easy. On the other hand, Julien will never be right, being a black man."
Regulus' eyebrow snapped into a perfect arch. "You don't like him, do you? And did you expect me to do something not serious at any time?"