"I'm incredibly jealous. Women just flock to you. The rest of us have to work on it, wash our hair, use our words and everything. And you just swoop in-" Michael smiled. "Even Romeo loves you, look at him."
As he leant against the back of the sofa, Michael's fingers stroked the back of Dorcas' neck gently, still hoping to soothe her. "Anthony and I will engage in fisticuffs for your favour. No wands, I can only use mine as a stabby weapon," he grinned, his eyes widening a fraction at her compliment. "Hm, well- yes, yeah-" he stuttered slightly. "That does make me feel better. Ant fights dirty."
Leaning over, Michael rested his chin on Dorcas' head, looking down at Anthony. "Bad dreams?" he asked. "If we had bigger beds we could all bundle in together."