He hears himself groan powerlessly through the dull throb of his pulse. "It's not Avery," he croaks. Three pairs of eyes turn to him, and Scorpius feels his cheeks grow hot. He clears his throat nervously. "I don't think he'd do that. Although my last encounter with him was rather unpleasant, I do believe he wants Albus. What are the chances that Avery would think him heartless enough to jump into his bed on the day of my funeral?"