At her comment regarding her age, he unintentionally snorted and fell into a fit of silent, chest-shaking laughs. Merlin, out of all the facts she could have picked up on, she'd thought it best to tell him how old he was.
Insufferable woman.
"Is this some twisted way of calling be a cradle-robber?" he teased, pushing her lightly against the wall so he could place his arms on both sides of her. "I'm not that old; I haven't found a single grey hair yet." He did the calculation in his head; if she was four when he graduated, she must have been born in 1866, which made her twenty-one. He didn't know what he expected—she definitely wasn't a silly, first-season debutante, but neither did she look much older. Still, their age difference was a little wider than the average pair.
He was glad that she'd affirmed that she too hoped for a positive outcome, either if neither of them were certain of what that entailed yet. Marriage was an obvious answer, and it was certainly the only one society would accept, but then he had the issue of the Minister's demands to deal with (something he'd rather worry about another time).
"We could continue snogging," he offered sheepishly, bending down to find the sensitive spot on her neck with his lips. He didn't want her to go, not yet. "Or you could tell me more about that dream," he teased.
Insufferable woman.
"Is this some twisted way of calling be a cradle-robber?" he teased, pushing her lightly against the wall so he could place his arms on both sides of her. "I'm not that old; I haven't found a single grey hair yet." He did the calculation in his head; if she was four when he graduated, she must have been born in 1866, which made her twenty-one. He didn't know what he expected—she definitely wasn't a silly, first-season debutante, but neither did she look much older. Still, their age difference was a little wider than the average pair.
He was glad that she'd affirmed that she too hoped for a positive outcome, either if neither of them were certain of what that entailed yet. Marriage was an obvious answer, and it was certainly the only one society would accept, but then he had the issue of the Minister's demands to deal with (something he'd rather worry about another time).
"We could continue snogging," he offered sheepishly, bending down to find the sensitive spot on her neck with his lips. He didn't want her to go, not yet. "Or you could tell me more about that dream," he teased.
— set by MJ! —