"Well, do encourage that to continue, by all means," Edward teased Jack for mentioning in front of James that he wasn't going to expect James to behave.
"Oh, lets not get him started," Angus laughed, knowing that his grandfather had utterly refused to spoil his children or his grandchildren or great grandchildren. It just hadn't been part of Edward's makeup.
"What?" Edward frowned. "You have a complaint, Boy?"
"Oh, no, certainly not," Angus teased him right back.
"Enjoy it. You at least learned from little up how to hold your own with almost any magical creature around. You never had a problem with your Defense Against the Dark Arts classes."
"That's because they were boring," Angus said.
"That wouldn't be because you'd already been there and done that, would it?" Brian asked.
"How old were you the first time I took you with me?" Edward reminded Angus.
"I don't know. 10, 11, maybe," Angus shrugged, refilling his own cider mug.
"You were five," Edward corrected.
"What? I was five? And you took me on a werewolf hunt?"
"Why not? You were perfectly safe," he said.
"I thought they were camping trips!" Angus protested.
"And they were. Camping trips with some business thrown in," Edward said.