His eyebrows and nearly vanished into his auburn hair. He didn't mind walking. Hugo spent a good portion of his time hiking around the island, but he had a firm rule about not doing anything too poncey and being all romantic and mushy by the moonlight was a bit much for him.
But. He was going to try. He was going to be patient and calm and not run his mouth off every five seconds. Maybe. At least for tonight. "I hate you," he muttered and pushed Scorpius towards the beach, barely keeping the grin off of his face. "But I'm not holding your hand."