"You're so arrogant," he retorted, grinning. "Yes, yes, I gather that you actually like the fact that I get territorial in a 'need to fuck your brains out' way. So do I for that matter; I just don't like the actual need to," Dale chuckled and leaned in to kiss Patrick before murmuring, "I'd fuck your brains out anyway."
"I'm not," he mumbled. "I'm more worried about being away than anything else. Teenage hormones aren't going to help before the full; have you not heard of anything that can dim the senses?"
"I don't know about anywhere- Ben's music room will be off-limits if I know him like I think I do but upstairs is fair game," Dale said, smiling. "Maybe some of the downstairs rooms but if there's underage wizards in attendance, we're locking a door. I'll have to see them at school and I'd rather they not remember me with my jeans around my ankles."