"Yes, and you kept falling on top of me because you really wanted to grope me," he answered with a snort.
James laughed. "Sorry, it's not the same thing, and I'm not telling you more." He wasn't about to start an argument about friends and their impact on a person. Instead he raised an eyebrow. "I don't think anyone could dare me to do that. There's a difference between things that stay private and things that could end up on the paper. I don't do anything that could get me on the social page of the Prophet. My parents don't need to deal with that crap, and my friends would know better than to dare me to do something like that. They wouldn't be my friends for long if they did."
"That's good, at least," he said, although he knew that love wasn't everything. The mess with his parents' almost divorce was enough.