His pleasure? Scorpius' eyebrows shot up but he said nothing. Teddy had saved him, albeit in the midst of an incredibly embarrassing situation which he half wished nobody had been around to see even if that would have resulted in a one way trip to murder cottage. But Teddy had saved him.
He cleared his throat. "Rescue mission?" He glanced upwards, straining to see any small glimmers of sunlight glinting through the tree coverage. Him, Scorpius Malfoy, on a rescue mission. He wasn't cut out for his shit.
He gripped tightly to his wand. "Lead the way," he said nervously.