"The scion part is probably why he looks like he's got a stick up his arse," he answered, laughing, although he agreed with her. The man couldn't relax no matter what happened.
"Okay, now you're making me sound like I'm pathetic. I'm just sick, and I'm still gorgeous, so I don't know how you're coming up with these things," he said, smiling a little. "They found one hex, the one that stopped me from talking about the rescue, but then I don't think it matters much. Snape is back and everyone thinks that he's the next Savior, so we'll see."
He scooted over and kissed her. "Yes, I know, I mean you're the only woman who's not related to me, now feel free to fuss." He shifted so she had better access to his neck. "I'm not, and it doesn't stop unless they make it stop, which is why I'm not complaining about being here. I've seen Dylan go through it, and I can't imagine never ending, so I'm staying here."