Tilting his head back so that the sun played across his face in warm notes, Jamie laughed again. He supposed, when one thought about it, that was exactly what a Ravenclaw would smell like. When he leaned back, he dropped his arm away from Theodore's shoulder but kept his hold on the one hand.
"Thanks. I probably spend too much time in the library, but I really do like the smell of books just as much as I like reading them. Anyway, you're not so bad yourself, despite what you said earlier."