"Brutish git," Scorpius complained as he stumbled forward. True to blood, he stalled enough to brush shoulders and elbows with Hugo, getting even.
"What, would holding hands and walking on the beach at the same time be too poncey for you?" And he was accused of having sexuality issues. Pot or kettle.
Partially out of spite, but not completely, Scorpius looped his arm around Hugo's when their feet hit the sand.