"And how does he know where I live?" Patrick asked. Eventually Chris would learn to think about these things without prompting, although he couldn't blame him for not thinking now. Eighteen, a virgin and the promise of sex didn't exactly scream 'wise decisions'.
Patrick said goodbye to Shelley and led Chris toward the door. Outside, the air was cool, a sharp contrast from what it was inside, but they wouldn't stay long.
"I'll take you directly to my room." He Apparated them both, and cast a spell to light the candles in his night stand. "If you want to firecall your friend, you can use the fireplace in here. You can use the ensuite, but you aren't going out of this room unless you want to explain to my mother why you're here. Mind you, I don't care, but you might. Now, any questions?"