"Don't call me 'arse', because I'd have to insult you." He looked up and met her lips with his.
"I like it when you're selfless and understand. You're a true saint." He reached over and squeezed her hand. "I'm okay, but if I have an attack, you might want to get out of the way. Nott and Snape aren't that nice."
James shrugged. "Not much point in being there. It's... the attacks are frequent and it's not... well, we all know that we don't have much longer. I want to be home if I have to die."