“Well if he’s like any other bloke when it comes to trying to get what he wants, he’ll maybe need a few more smacks before he really learns his lesson,” Terry quipped, smirking. He looked up and saw Tim’s pert little arse in his face, and, blushing, looked away again. He really did have to learn to keep his thoughts in check.
Terry followed and when they reached upstairs back in Tim’s office, he stopped. “I don’t suppose you have any coffee that isn’t laced with veriteserum that is available to your dragon keepers? Having worked at the Ministry for so long, my coffee consumption is a little on the deplorable side. I am trying to cut back,” he said.