"Because," Scorpius answered in a voice he might use with a small child, "If anything happens to you everyone will blame me." He went back to a normal tone. "And if I make dinner, I'm making you eat too. You haven't eaten anything all day, and you're are really, really going to be regretting it with your morning hangover. You're probably dehydrated too." Scorpius shrugged, and sat down on the couch next to her. "I'm not a completely heartless bastard. Just a bastard. And I don't want you to go back to your bitchy self in the morning because you thought I was being a heartless bastard."