Scabior chuckled and placed the index finger on his right hand on her cheek, slowly pulling it down. Shaking his head after his chuckle, he leaned ever closer, until their faces were mere inches apart.
"Tha' ain't my fault. I ain't don anythin' wrong, apart from wantin' ta get closer ta the girls in my 'Ouse."
Inside, he felt like he was going to be sck. Already he had someone who didn't like him, because he was a Death Eaer; shedidn't know that, of course, no one did, but he would have to be very careful.