Clint gave Marcus an incredulous glare. "Me?" he asked, brow raised in surprise. "I may be up there in numbers but I'm fairly certain you're still way ahead of me on that front. More than likely you have a kid out there and don't even know it." He was only slightly offended at Marcus's implications as it wasn't anything he hadn't heard before. To be fair, he'd taken a few paternity tests to clear his name but that wasn't something advertised regularly. He was fairly certain they all had. Well, maybe not Ade.
"So," he said, watching the lovely blonde come back with whiskey. "Pregnant. Huh. New cousin to tack on to the family tree." He shook his head, slightly shocked. It was strange to think Emma Dobbs would now be a member of said tree. "So what're you going to do?"
Clint poured another round and handed off drinks, watching his cousin. It explained all the tension and general lack of... well, whatever it was. Ade was clearly in a shitty position. He knew the logical step for his cousin would be marriage but he'd, instinctively, want to protect Emma from any backlash and Clint didn't see how that was possible. Either way she was a mudblood marrying a pureblood and would be having a baby before it would be properly due... "As someone who's having a shotgun wedding for purely selfish reasons... they're all going to assume she's pregnant if you decide to go to the parson's noose." He raised his glass. "Ain't a bloody damn thing you can do about that."