Scorpius reached over and musses Al's hair. "No, you dolt. I didn't ask you for statistics. I swear I am going to take all of your books away and teach you how to enjoy yourself properly." He waggled a brow at him, enjoying the conversation now in spite of how he felt. "I really should have done that a long time ago, and you would be surprised. Your brother and I were both at Patrick Pucey's birthday party and there are a lot of men who are perfectly indulgent there."
He looked at his friend seriously for a minute. "No to the merfolk. I am trying to figure out what you actually like, as in people. So?" He snuggled into Al's shoulder again. Before he hadn't been as willing to be that close. It was actually the contact with Jamie that brought out this side of him.