Albie looked up and tried to blow a wavy lock of hair from his face without much success. He was about to suggest having something to eat, food he'd picked up from the Leaky Cauldron, but there was a look in Maria's eyes now that made him shiver. I think I'm on the menu, he thought as a wry smile graced his lips. "I'll do anything to make you feel good," he agreed in the innuendo of it all not lost on him.
Halting his massage, he crawled forward, holding his body above hers. "All yours? Maybe that's my next tattoo," he joked, wasting no time in kissing her but careful not to touch just yet until he was more sure of her pain levels. "'Property of Maria Warrington'. I could get it as a tramp stamp."