"Liar." He rolled his eyes slightly. "You're an even worse liar than Al sometimes." Which was pretty bad. That still didn't really explain anything. He let out a small, disgruntled noise all the same. This was vaguely frustrating.
"You already-" James was confused now. "Wait. You already know who you'd want for what, exactly? Having a baby?" But then Scorpius kept talking, and James couldn't help but feel a little guilty for some reason he couldn't explain. Part of him wondered if this was just him being silly. "Do you spend your time thinking about the perfect death or something? That's a bit morbid."
He let out a small noise at the feeling of the finger in his side, scooting away a little. Only scooting away merely ended up with him falling off the bed. "Ouch," was all he said in response to the other man's words before he slowly pulled himself up off the floor. "How is something missing," he said, a hint breathless. He wrinkled his nose slightly before settling back on the bed.