"...Can't?" Scorpius repeats, a little dumbfounded. Well, also, there's the fact that James's hands have found a steady placeholder: on his hips. It's an intimate gesture, to be sure, one that Scorpius doesn't seem to mind.

Leaning in, Scorpius kisses along James's jaw, up to his ear with a grin. "Sorry...can't what, exactly?"

Two minutes have come and gone, Jamie.