"Then I'd have absolutely no qualms about kissing you again and making you feel good," he said with a grin, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and looking at her. "Unless you want to sleep some more whilst I cook you something. Up to you, darling."
He snorted and moved his hand to rest on her hip. "Sweet?" he asked, tilting his head. "More like I have a conscience and you're my friend. I wouldn't want to fuck anything up so I'd rather be over-careful. Less sweet, more honest. I know it's a difficult concept for Slytherins," he teased, trying to lighten the mood.