"You, my dear, are no lady," John pointed out as he tugged her head back by her hair and away from his bloody thighs with a toothy grin. He stepped away from her and clambered into the coffin, sitting up against the back of it and spreading his hands.
"As long as none of those moments happen while he's here, I'm fine with that." Harry rolled his glass between his fingers and looked out into the night, wondering where Eric was and how the meeting had gone. "Things are delicate enough as it is. I don't need him upending everything just for his own entertainment."