Scorpius recoiled. Since when did Rose's little brother ask him if his breath smelled or whether he had any food to share?
"Since when do you snog me?" he retorted rather than answer any of Hugo's questions. He stumbled back until his ankles hit the porch steps. He had to catch a hold of the railing before he tripped backwards.
"Merlin's pants. I must be losing my head." He was speaking to himself, as if Hugo was merely a figment of his morbid imagination.