"But okay, so long as you hold my waist as we go down, then I will do it." He gave in, unable to look at Albus’ pouting face any longer. He hit himself internally at how easy he was to manipulate, but found that he didn’t mind it all that much because it was Albus. And Albus hadn’t been pulling those doe eyes to manipulate him, that was just Albus being Albus.