Oddly enough it was reassuring to Julius that the man thought he would achieve something. His family had done nothing of note in the last few years and Julius had assumed his inclusion into the Slugclub had been based upon his looks and lax morals when it came to how intimate students and teachers should be. To hear that maybe he had more to offer than just that, and that something great was expected of him, was an encouraging thought.
He tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, looking up again at his professor. It was obvious that Slughorn would be more than happy to sit here and just stroke over his thigh and not press for what he really wanted. He was a coward, really, even though he knew Julius wasn't about to tell anyone or make trouble for him.
He reached out and grabbed the hand that was still tracing circles across his thigh, firmly pushing it from him and back onto the cushion between them. He slipped from the love-seat and knelt between his professor's thighs. "This isn't too friendly, is it?" Julius asked, reaching to fiddle with the buttons on Slughorn's dressing gown, popping one free and then another.