Of all things to do, Scorpius snorts. He leans back, bracing one palm on James's mattress and letting his legs dangle off the edge of the bed. His bare foot lifts and nudges at James's shin.

"You mean, you don't want them to find me in your bed? Tousled and snogged?"

He lets the joke sink in a little before he breaks the silence by standing. The orange juice coming with him, he heads towards the door, into the hallway, to the kitchen.

"Don't ruin your knickers, Potter. I've done this a time or two."