"Yeah. I wonder how many would find snake marks filled with pus attractive," he said, snorting. "We're okay for now. Just the marks and they are itchy, nothing else." He didn't mention his discussion with Scorpius, because it wasn't anyone's business.
James made a face at the martini, but walking with Craig toward the bar. "They sound awful, mate, and I wouldn't drink them if they paid me. I'll stick to beer, thank you very much."
He smiled. "I'm sure everyone is celebrating already." He'd have to speak about it with his father.
"Dyl? What the hell is that?" James asked confused. "Are you drunk already? You must be."