"Quite," Pete said absently, putting his drink down on the table off to the left a bit that he might better fix William's slightly mussed hair. "Though I don't think just a wee bit of clutter is going to hurt anything, really. And I find the girls go through fewer sheets than the boys do. Particularly the fourth years."
The reasons for that, he felt sure, could be left up to William's more than adequate and presumably experienced speculations. Also, he was giving up. "I give up," he said, reaching behind him once William's hair was tame again and his collar lay smooth. "What the bloody hell are you? Other than dashing and setting my grass skirt to shimmying all on its own, of course."