James sighs, leaning forward and impulsively kissing the side of Scorpius's neck. It's a gentle, fond little gesture, his own breathing still a little shallow, but there's nothing wrong with that, is there? He's not doing anything bad... just showing a little measure of gratitude for the kisses earlier.

"Should probably go back to Al's room 'fore he finds you gone," he murmurs, but it's with his lips against his pulse point.