'I wha...?' Jazz's reaction to the use of the word love was almost exactly the same as his reaction to a slap in the face. Blinking back the shock, he grimaced slightly. 'You really don't.' He mumbled, 'but yes I am hot. Thanks for telling me.' He sat on the bed beside George as the younger wizard sprawled out on his back. It was too much to hope that he'd settle there, but Jazz took the opportunity to stroke the youngster's neck checking his temperature as covertly as he could.
This was definitely not normal E, it was effecting him too fast. Plus, George's joy at being a wizard suggested that it was definitely a magical substance. So perhaps he had made it himself, after all he'd thought Jazz was a trick when he'd first returned. The beautiful comment almost had him blushing, because the sheer wonder in the Twink's eyes was definitely overwhelming. Instead he bit his lip to refrain from replying and kissed back when it was required of him.
'You want to dance?' He caught George round the waist as he stood, pulling the other man close as he swayed his hips slightly. 'Don't need music, just a rhythm. See?'