"Warm alcohol?" Percy asked, sounding puzzled by the notion. He went into the kitchen to poke around for such a thing, but was distracted by the arrival of Draco. His arms slipped to his hips as they kissed. "You smell like an ash tray," he told him with a little smile before he glanced down at the cross-word puzzle. "Yes. Although I don't know why, as I hate to have to scratch things out." It was so untidy!