"For now-- No." Barty supposed that would put a dampener on things. Was Regulus his prisoner? He didn't like thinking about it that way. "I have to see what is the smartest way to proceed."

He shifted, ended up stretched out on the bed, but slung an arm around Regulus, looking up at him. "Right now, whether the world realises or not, the Dark Lord is on the rise. I can't take you to their side, if that was what you wanted. I couldn't risk you."

His soulmate. His humanity, or so it felt. How could he ever be without him again? "I have decisions to make."