"I didn't realize being easy was a problem and I'm not wanking in St Mungo's," he said, biting his lip so he didn't laugh. "So your mother will be doing no killing."
He watched Terrence, not sure if he was lying or not. "Are you tired?" he asked. "If you are then you should really sleep. I can get a copy of the Prophet if you want, read to you. Or get some Quidditch magazines."
Malcolm smiled and leaned in to kiss Terrence again, keeping it light. "I want you too and I know. Hence why I'm coming back to see you as soon as humanly possible."