"Well excuse me for telling the truth. It's not as though I could lie, is it?" He sighed and brushed his hair back. "I can trace my family back centuries, and before that they were probably just a part of another pureblood family. How far back are you going with this nonsense?"

And with the barest of touches, the Leon that Avery had been talking to was swept away, only to be replaced by Leon the Homophobe. All chances of having a meaningful conversation had been lost; they were back to playing out their love/hate game again. As always.

What a shame.

"You don't hate me. You say that you hate me, which is a completely different thing," he pointed out. "And I just said that I thought you were attractive, didn't I? Obviously I want to shag you. What would be the point if in fancying you if I didn't want a fuck?"