"Am not. Tosser." He could see that the words were the right way up but he did have a brief moment of panic. Luckily, he kept his cook. He flipped a page in the annoying way that Barty always did before his book was pushed aside by a very persistent Barty.

The kiss was nice but Sam still rolled his eyes and gently shoved Barty back with his legs. Or tried to. "Oi, no means no, you persistent scoundrel." Not that he minded. It was a bit fun. Just a bit.