"They are going to make me patron saint of gay wizards, or you know if they had such a thing," he said, laughing, but before he could say more, he had someone's lips on his and hands on his arse. People really liked his arse, and he wasn't objecting.
"This is what life is supposed to be about, stop thinking about anything serious," he said, kissing Mac again. "Stop thinking in fact."
He chuckled. "Yes, we're all the same and I'm your stereotypical Slytherin... oh wait, I'm not. Something about being too friendly and honest." He patted Mac's stomach. "Yes, I can see why you worry about gaining weight." He looked up at Mac. "I don't want to know about them. I'm okay with knowing that he's okay."