He smiled sheepishly at his Dad and nodded. "Well, I suspect if she's the romantic, then I've caught a bit of her spirit. Suppose I didn't realize just how romantic it was, really... you know, our relationship is just starting, but it was so nice there. I'm sure Mum loved it. So... can I ask you something sort of personal?" he leaned in and asked... after all, if he couldn't discuss his non-existent sex life with his Dad, who could he discuss it with?
James grinned. "Well, let's just call it a shared trait," he chuckled. The phrase 'in love with love' was something James could have sworn he picked up from Remus, and he was perpetually ambivalent about whether or not it was something complimentary. It had taken the longest time for Lily to admit the fact that she liked it when he quoted Byron into her hair. At Harry's inquiry, James' smile softened a bit. "Of course," he nodded.
He chuckled softly. "Sounds like Mum is quite the firecracker. I can't wait to know her better." he nodded. It was lovely to see his Dad so happy. He took a deep breath... honestly, he was a bit reluctant to talk about this with anyone, but he just wasn't sure. "So... h-how soon is too soon to.. you know... " he was blushing uncontrollably. Sure, he'd slept with Ginny, but that was different, wasn't it? "I mean, I don't want to push her... you know? I'm thinking she might be the one, Dad, and I'm not sure how to tell.. you know?" he asked, taking a sip of his tea to try and calm the furious blush that had risen in his cheeks.
Firecracker was the perfect word for Lily in so many ways. James thought he understood Harry's question - either he wanted to tell the girl he loved her or, quite more surprising all together, his son was talking about getting married. It just seemed to weird that his son, his son, was of an age to even consider marriage. But then why all the blushing? Harry couldn't have been talking about sex, he'd just said they were already sleeping together. Hadn't he? And now James was confused. "Um... I think I'm going to need a verb or two in here somewhere," he said slowly. "What is exactly you're wanting to do?"
Harry just gave him a blank look for a moment. He couldn't believe how dense his Dad was! "You're really going to make me say it? Ok..." he took a deep breath. "Sex, Dad! When is too soon to have sex?" he asked a bit irritably, then quickly taking a drink of his tea. As mature as Harry was on so many levels, relationships were definitely not his strong point.
"Oh," James sighed, relieved. Giving a chuckle he ran his hand through his hair added, "Merlin, I thought you were talking about getting married!" James figured he was supposed to feel a bit odd discussing sex with his son, but for whatever reason he didn't feel the expected wave of unease. "But aren't you already sleeping with her?" he asked with an easy grin, not understanding the difference. Generally, when you talked about how nice a girl's bed was, it meant you spent a good bit of time in it.
"What? No... ooohhhhh...." he said, nodding in understanding. It was true, particularly with blokes his age that if you'd spent time in a girl's bed, you'd been intimate with her. He could see where his Dad was getting confused. "No, no... " he chuckled a bit, shaking his head. "Actually, Luna and I are really comfortable with each other. So much so that one night I went over to watch a movie and have Chinese take-away at her house, and we fell asleep on the couch. Slept there all night, and in the morning when we woke up, we both were stiff but wanted to go back to sleep. So we drug ourselves into her room and fell asleep next to each other. It was nice, so we just sort of haven't stopped. I sleep at her place most of the time now because I like waking up with her. But... there's been nothing more than snogging." he said with a bit of a shrug. To him, it wasn't really abnormal.