"I'm not going today, darling." Barty sat up, not enthused over Sam moving away from him. "I mean, I could have, I'm sure it would be fun. But I've learned from you how much fun it is to plan an evening out ahead of time and my plan for this evening is snogging with the nearest boy who's willing and eager and then reading a bit before bed."

He leaned forward, arms propped on his knees and eyebrows arched. "What do you reckon? Think I could get lucky?"