"To make supper," Zacharias replied. "You seemed to feel the need to pay me back for breaking the bottle of broomstick oil. And..." He shrugged his shoulders a little bit. "It seemed as good a thing as any. I like being catered to." A small smirk played at the corners of his mouth for a moment before disappearing, tugging back down into that frown of before.
"That? As in, why did I snog you?" he clarified, and again his shoulders lifted in a shrug. "So that you'd see it was no big deal." To be kissed. "And because I wanted to." Because Merlin was attractive, in a slight and slender way, with that mop of dark hair and those lips just begging to be kissed.