At the blonde’s reaction, Vincent couldn’t help but snicker. “I’m trying to be normal,” he replied, innocently. “Isn’t that what you wanted?” The grin plastered across his tired features reached Vince’s eyes for the first time that day, even as the Slytherin turned to appraise his scone. He was infinitely amused with this situation, despite any former misgivings. “Normally, I tease you about everything. Why should this be any different?” Green eyes danced to meet blue in the dark, mischief and mayhem still alight. “Besides I’m not technically doing anything,” he added, drawl-ing the word ‘doing’ with a seductive little purr. I’m just over here, licking icing off my fingers. It’s not my fault you find that terribly tempting, he wanted to add, but didn’t. Instead, Vincent let out another breathy little laugh and decided enough was enough. He knew he wasn’t being fair and pushing Cass at this stage wasn’t going to do him any favors in the long run.

“I’m sorry,” he finally conceded, trying to school his features and failing a touch. “I shall try to be less sultry when licking myself in the future.” A little smirk escaped him before Vincent took a decided bite of his scone and then, with a wave of sugary sweetness, he sobered into something else entirely. Lemon and zing flooded his taste buds and Vincent hummed happily, leaning back away from Cass and the desserts to curl up on the abandoned pillows behind him. The sheets were cold against his bare forearms.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” Vince asked after swallowing the bite and turning a much more sobered expression on the big blonde. “I don’t need all of this to myself, surely.” Concern tittered on the edge of his tone, the usual sense that Vince got when he was worried Cass wasn’t taking care of himself. It was… nice, in a way, to have broken through that barrier. Things were still far from normal, but at least they were trying - and in earnest this time. On his best behavior, Vince nudged the tray towards Cass with his toe and took another bite of his scone. “You’ll need your energy tomorrow for the train,” he offered, mouth full and decidedly not caring.

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