"Yes, I jerk off nightly to the memory," he said sarcastically. "Yes, I was upset that you got too drunk that we couldn't snog, since we have such a good track record."
James snorted. "If you did that in front of all of gay wizards in Britain, or very close to it, I'd say you lost your mind." He looked at Scorpius wondering why he kept pushing, but Scorpius was a Slytherin and he was a Gryffindor, and he didn't like thinking and planning, instead he liked to act.
He grabbed Scorpius and pulled him to the side and then put up a spell that wouldn't let people see their real identity (and he was pretty sure that training wasn't supposed to be for this). "You're being a pain in the arse," he said, before grabbing Scorpius' shoulders and kissing him. It wasn't long or deep, but hopefully it would shut him up. "That answer your question?"