"Well, yeah?" He asked as he felt the man flinched and part of him died on the inside. Still, it would be a fun game. Until Albus found out. That stupid tracking charm. "What's got ya so busy, mate?"
He moved his hand from Mac's shoulder slowly down his back, massaging the muscles as he went.
"Arthur Peverell," he said the last name before thinking. How stupid could he be! Oh well. The Peverells were long dead. "Last time we were together I was at your mercy. Oh that was a fun evening. Full of adventure. And new things!"