Regulus was feeling quite disappointed himself that he had to pull away, but he didn't really want a cold or pneumonia, and he couldn't come up with a good excuse as just why Florean should go back to warming up his hand. He would have been quite content to stand just like that the rest of the night. He also would have been quite content, when the other boy slid his hand up his arm, to lean forward and snog him. Not that he would even know what he was doing or how Florean would have reacted. Just because he heard some of the things people guessed about him, it didn't make it true. Or even if it did, it didn't mean this was mutual.
"It is a great silver lining. If they make us go, I'm alright with the theory. Doing something in theory and doing it in practice are two different things entirely. I understand the theory. I just can't do it. I also think it's useless and cruel to practice on something that's alive, but no one else seems too bothered with that. Except us, anyway." He felt his face go hot when Florean sat close enough that they were touching again, and Regulus shifted slightly closer. He was still cold, which was a good excuse, and the other boy felt warm against him.
"I'm not sopping wet anymore, which is helping. So a little bit warmer, I think. You know, because of the heating charms that are everywhere, I never realized before just how cold the castle gets. I'm glad I'm trapped up here than down in my dorm. It has to be freezing in Slytherin right now." There was a wet, shuffling sound across the floor as Apollo decided to pounce Regulus' Quidditch robe, and although he couldn't see him, Regulus started laughing. "I guess at least one of us is able to see right now."