"If you decide not to get a dog that enjoys the nearby water, I can think of a few, um, other animals," he laughed. "And what's brilliant about living out here is being able to play Quidditch over the water! When your son is old enough to ride a broom, Tonks, he'll be flying with his old, decrepit Weasley uncles." Laughing a bit, Charlie poured himself a bit more coffee, his stomach rumbling a bit as he hoped Fleur would have dinner ready soon.
Looking at Tonks' stomach, Charlie grinned. He was very excited about the prospect of being an uncle. "I remember that," Charlie said to Bill, "to a young kid, I was absolutely amazed." He was not about to ask Bill and Fleur when they would be starting a family—especially since he did not want to be asked that question himself. Charlie was already feeling a bit of pressure to settle down, but he could not see himself doing that in the middle of a war. Some of his mates in Romania offered to introduce him to some women, and Charlie declined. It was not as though he was completely against the idea of someone in his life, but girlfriends broke up with him for his lack of commitment over the years. He did not want to be unfair to a witch, knowing it would be the same, during the height of a war. At the moment, the people he sat in the room with were more important than any of that—his happiness was a cup of coffee, sitting on a couch with friends and family, talking about exactly what they were talking about.
"I didn't know you were allergic to cats," Charlie added offhandedly to Tonks. He did, however, know about Bill's reaction. Charlie liked Hermione's cat very much. "Oh!" he said, finishing adding sugar, "what about a wolfhound? They don't live long, though, maybe 8 years. Brilliant, though, and not difficult to train. They are, however, the biggest domesticated dogs..."