Clearing his throat he patted the hand still on his knee awkwardly before shuffling around a bit. "So can I call you Daddy" he asked cheekily. The consternation on Snape's face was worth it, laughter bubbled up in his throat before he collapsed laughing on the floor. "Oh do shut up Mr. Potter." disgruntled he snagged his hand back and clutched his Bourbon glass again. With a sigh Harry righted himself, a new lightness on his shoulders. "Well, do you want to tell the old coot we're gonna be father and son instead of married or do you want me to do the honors?" By the devious look on his face he knew Snape- no, Severus, he decided - couldn't wait to shred the Headmasters plan into tiny tiny pieces.
