Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"If you say so, Gretch," Trev muttered as he shrugged off the jacket and rolled over, ending up on top of her. "I was thinking of moving my stuff over to this place. Suits me better. I think I look good here." Despite their intimate positioning, Trev kept the tone casual, looking around the room as he spoke. "What do you think?" He really should get the mudblood to the Ministry and get his gold but he had a bird right here and a comfortable bed...it was a tough call.