"Huh?" Faelan asked, frowning at Harry's Order of Merlin reference as he leaned against the wall, trying to figure out what he meant. "And I'm not pussy whipped!" he retorted. "Just satisfied." He waited for Harry to get the door open, but when it wasn't happening, he moved closer and put his hand around Harry's on the key.
"Is not! You jus' don' know what you're doin'. Lemme..."
After a minute of joint fumbling, the door swung open, and Faelan gave Harry a crooked smirk as he slipped past him into the room. "See?"