Albus carefully turns on his side to look at him seriously. Out of the corner of his eye, Scorpius sees the nightgown slip as he does so, revealing a dark shadow between his thighs, but he doesn't seem to notice. He checks the fit of his bandage, held in place only by the ointment, and presses his cheek against the hard pillow. "What do you think would work as a defence?" he asks mockingly.