He had been laying down for most of the evening anyway and had finished the entire Daily Prophet and dug into some of the fashion magazines he mostly simply flipped through. He wasn't going to play the piano that night anyway, like he often did. "Didn't think about it," Zach smiled. Etiquette had been trained into him since he was little.
"And yea," Zach moved back toward the bed. He had gone so far... "Are you going to need to see all the scratches and bruises?" Zach asked. If he were going to need to remove his shirt and trousers, it might as well be before he laid back down again.